Its a struggle to define
the beauty in ones own soul
its a constant battle to fill those empty space
in ones own heart
and its a fight just to press on.....
broken down so small
used numerously
forgotten about for FAR too long
her heart craved to be loved
her hands trembled in fear when touched
her body lay weaken
used
abused and broken
described her body......
but could not claim her soul
hushed by the shame of the past
haunted by the constant memories
powerless over her own mind
daily confusion on what she did wrong ….
home after home after home
failure after failure
her whole life was contained in one black trash bag ….
she began to feel numb....
began to die inside...
she began to become a victim....
but....
slowly...she began to allow herself to feel the pain and recognize it was real.....
she began to finds the pieces and arrange them.....
she began to find her voice ….
and then pride... then came..
her story...
she become confident
and strong
and from that she became...free
free from the pain
the denial
from the victim role....
she gained the strength to share her thoughts
her experiences her dreams
to rise above and take back her power.... her life....
this girl was me... afraid of the world knowing my pain and the darkness of my heart....
I was too weak to be a survivor now... I am to strong to be a victim.....
too broken to be love, but now...to loved to be broken
I'm too powerful not too stand....
it takes courage
it takes strength
it takes a a person with an internal fire to conquer their past
to get up off their knees after falling and stand again
it takes a person with pride and dignity to step forward and lead …..AND
I cant think of any one better then you..........
Senator Grassley....
-Franceska