Strength And Resilience

Tears fall down my face

Like a windshield wiper hitting all the rain away.

I let it stream down my face,

It touches the floor.

If only people could see

My tears sprout into dark roses

With thick vines growing out of the ground.

I want to be seen, heard, and felt,

But my house is on fire.

How can anything grow

When a house isn't a home.

Looking at the remnants of what is left,

I want to scream feeling the vines

Wrap around my arms like armor.

I want the love that surrounds me

Watching him leave

To have more people come into my life

When I need it the most.

I want to run until the end of time,

Feeling the ground weaken but I won't fall.

I have hope sweet as honey,

And a soul that won't break,

Knowing I have survived all of the abuse,

That's more than any pictures of him

Burned in that damned house.

My anger rages more than the gasoline spilt,

It transforms into the determination

Of having a fresh start without him.

In my veins I have the words

S t r e n g t h and r e s i l i e n c e

Etched into my arm.

Knowing I can survive any battle

And any fight

Coming my way...