Shattered, laying on the ground
In pieces, eyes red and swollen
What is left of me and my life?
What is left to fight for?
Slowly I begin to see the answers
As I get up and wipe my tears
And one step at a time
I begin to slowly rebuild
I begin to take back my power
And reclaim who I am
I embrace that woman who has fought
Who refused to give up during the dark
Moments of despair
I see her beauty and her worth
I see her love shine through like
A bright light in a turbulent storm
And finally it’s in that light
That all the pieces come back together….
©Shelley Brant – 2016