Repair.


Out of the dark
Out of the dwelling
And now to face the day.
Over you and what I thought was real
Down to your level, I won't go again.
Up and away from the stench you brought.
Out to be cleansed by the breeze.
From my soul,
From my mind,
From my heart,
From the pit within me...
How could I possibly let myself stay?
From my dignity.
I am proud of who you've turned me into!

Having borne them, the ladies of the
hour- To whom you did bring home..
A harlot, they called you all along
Throwing the truth at me, to which I let
slide off my shoulders.
I felt it in my bones, pretending it was
nothing...

Taking time to reflect, refocus,
reorganize the scattered pieces of my heart.
A year of repair.

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