Destiny Reclaimed
I am standing in a thunderstorm ,
Welcoming it's punishing torrents on my skin,
You thought you had broken me,
With your sneering words,and mocking laughter,
Yet you are no victor,
But a scourge wielding your insults like a weapon.
I have stood before you trembling,
Countless times before,
Just yearning for a kind word,a smile,
Needing your approval like it was ambrosia
Because I treated you like a god,
And you treated me like less than the dirt beneath your feet.
Life passed you by ,
While you were busy tutoring me ,
On how to live mine,
"Do this,do that, you will never get it right,"
Your words honed to a point,
That drew blood with their every utterance.
You claim the title warrior,
But you wear the skin of a coward ,
Projecting your beliefs onto me,
Like it were the holy grail,
Awesome you are in your own opinion,
Wretched am I by the same token.
Life is too short for me ,
To let you stand at the helm of my destiny,
While I cower in the shadows,
So I will let my spirit take flight,
Unfettered by your ignorance and spite,
And soar to heights that I dared not before.
By vidya