Healed

I live. I learn. I crash and burn.
I cry. I walk. I stumble.
I stop and crawl. I faint and fall
As they strive to pull me under.
I’m weak and torn. I’m tired and worn.
As I strain to see, it blurs.
Hope’s far from me. In shame I see
My heart-find not its cure.
One way to break free; Lift my head,"It’s me..."
Tired, torn, broken-hearted, insane...
Will you heal me from guilt? Break the chains that they built...
And take away from me eternity’s pain!
I look to the sky and for once realize
That I gave up and opened the door,
And the shame that I built from the pain and the guilt
Had the power to hurt me no more!

Jessica A. Allison -- 2004