Once broken and weak
Almost completely beat
Silently Loud outspoken
Wanting to scream
With no words or
Sounds come out
All bottled up deep inside
On stand by waiting to explode
No soul around to
Listen or hear the cries
Running on fumes
Closer to feeling defeat
Living day by day
Sleeping her life away
Only place she felt at peace
Hoped and prayed
Every night not to wake up
Bruised beaten and scared
All over no matter how bad it got
She never caved in or gave up
Always bright with a smile on her face
They might win the battles
They might win the war
No matter what she no longer
Hides her pride
Starting over a brand new day
A warrior now no longer a clown
No more being the punching bag
Shes now putting her foot firm on
The ground
Stronger now more then she ever was
No longer broken
No longer weak
Brave and mended back into one piece
She no longer feels defeated.
No more hiding
Let the demons out
Cause her nightmare on Elm
Has been defeated
No longer her nightmare
Now the nightmare
Belongs to someone else
It now has a new soul that it
Can control.
©jacquattab
J