There are parts of me that have fallen off,
Left to drift in the harmattan dust,
There are parts of me that satisfied his wistful lust,
There are parts of me that suffered the assault,
Of past yet to be forgotten,
There are parts of me that were stolen,
Parts no one knows about,
These parts wander and so do I.

But then you came across my path,
With a gift, an opportunity to grow
So I began to look forward to a new me,
Day after day, I began something new,
Not perfect but good enough for me.

I chose to be strong, remembering I wasn't the fallen parts,
Like a tall Oak, I'm ever growing.
@enny_walker
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