BEING ME


Being Me
Place your hand upon my shoulder
Know that I gave you belief in the possibility
To live
Pain was inevitability to continue on
But I moved forward
Even though I could no longer be carried
From the depths of pain
Sorrow will not take control of my life
I will reach my truth of what was stolen
From ones beings of life
When I was just learning to be me
I will be free I will be me

ELIZABETH ROSE

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