That Stage

Sixteen years to reach that stage.
Sixteen years trapped inside that rage.
Drowning in tears engaging in fight,
thinking to myself this can't be right.
To look at my children, I just can't bare.
All these years they thought I didn't care.
I wish they could read and find that page.
The story of my life, that time and age.
When the abuse became my disease,
I lived my life no longer with ease.
I looked to heaven in need of God.
Yes, I'm a sinner, a woman shunned and outlawed.
But I've changed in my ways.
Now I look to my better days.
As I leave my darkness behind,
I now see no longer blind.
As I walk that stage today,
My days are no longer dim and gray.
I've waited for this moment a whole lifetime.
I've reached that peak, but there's still a climb.
I've made that change and there's no going back.
Life is a ride and this train is on the right track.
I now live my life clean and sober.
This is my story and I am the composer.
This stage isn't the end it's just one step closer.

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