In the darkness, battered and bruised,
I falter as I search for the light.
Broken, as I feel hopeless and alone,
I find my way to my heart.
Walls torn down, healing begins.
Drained of energy, I seek my higher power.
Broken, but no longer alone,
No longer abused within or without.
Brusk is the wind as it blows down my barrier.
Autumn leaves fall to the ground
And my heart can breathe again.
Drowning, I was, until a helping hand
Reached for my soul.
Time, comfort, understanding, and support were all I needed.
Bringing me back to the right path of healing.
No longer will I be the victim.
No longer will I be alone.

© Anniemiles15