Young Writers Society

My Story #30

I was broken apart,
torn into several different directions,
my hope, future, want to breathe were
stripped away from me. My heart was
bruised, beaten and betrayed, I was left
empty, inside and it portrayed out, my life's
plans, my dreams, the future I longed to have were
ripped from my hands, and I felt it was all my fault.

Slowly I crawled out,
from the grave I was digging for myself,
and tried to find the Light that would help me through.
I was so lost and deep in my darkness I wasn't sure I
could see anymore. But I learned, inch by inch that life
is always about choice, and you can choose how to live.
With that knowledge I started to heal, still broken, but
somehow a bit more whole than I was the day before.

And now I am,
growing again, like a tree that was almost
dead, but somehow survived through the
winter and is starting to grow, little by little,
till it gets past spring and into the summer.
There are things I know now that I wish I knew then,
but I leave the past in the past and trudge forward.
And there are days when the past invades my space
and I can't run away from it, but have to face it, and forgive
forgive those who gave me scars, and forgive myself most of all.

So this is it,
this is my story, this is my pathway that I
have walked thus far, and who knows how much
father my wandering feet will have to trek, or how much
deeper my wondering mind will have to search, but I will
try to water myself with truth and love, and give those very
same two words to others, as well as hold onto the
One who made me and the hope that I receive from Him. There
is always hope and that is perhaps the greatest lesson I have learned,
no matter all the tears I may have to face, the biggest theme in the story,
is hope, hope is a life filled with moments of true joy.

And joy heals me.