Damaged-Transformation

About being hurt by others and not sure how to deal with something wonderful and real that happens

I stare at this barely noticeable photo of myself,

As I look around this damage room.

I can point out every mark in this place…

Ever damage done and by who;

Nothing but a damage zone…

Caused by those who said they care,

Those who said they were my “Friends”…

Those who said they “Love” me…

 

My heart has been hacked at,

My heart has been buried deep within me…

To protect myself from being hurt again;

By those who say they care.

 

Access to it, is limited…

As I stare at it behind a glass panel,

Feeling things, yet numb at the same time…

Emotions that I should enjoy,

At the same time feel guilt.

 

I am nothing more then a damage good;

One ruin by soo many…

One that was tossed aside too much,         

Somehow manages to still breath.

 

I have glimpse at pure moments,

Moments that you take the beauty in…

To see that there is real beauty in the world,

That there is something to enjoy in.

These moments are precious,

Precious stones…

Ones that hold wonderful power.

That power you need during the darkest hours,

During the worsts moments in life…

To help you survive and carry on.

 

I have these moments,

These moments on the beauty that life can be…

These moments from precious wonderful friends…

These moments from the one who loves you for who you are…

 

Yet these moments are soo powerful…

That they scare me,

Because my life was filled with darkness…

Till I saw the light coming from those who care;

Those who say they love me,

And want to be with me,

For just who I am…

 

So I will hold on to these precious stones,

As I use them to rebuild the damage…

Damage done by others.

The process will be slow…

So I ask those to bear with me,

Because you’re light is so wonderful and amazing;

That I don’t know what to do…

 

 

But give me time,

And you’ll be amazed…

At what you’re light has done for me,

And revealing my own beautiful light from within…

Author's Note

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