Its not easy is no excuse it's just the way I am.
Scared my lifes past mistakes are catching up to me.
Hidden demons haunting my nights crawling into my peace.
I have done all I can to exercise them out of myself.
Wounded my scars still burn no salve can ease them.
Woman that I am I buried them in shallow graves.
I needed them hidden so I can nurture my soul.
Rain dont wash the dirt away they must not be found.
Live another day just hanging on to the lies.
They must be kept from me stay away I pray.
I borrow what the world doesn't see as mine to ease the pain.
There is a name to what I have let myself become unashamed.
For in this madness I am finding the strength to carry on.
Bittersweet and so profound you accept me as I am.
Calling me a warrior woman that has strength I did not feel.
I am not weak just so very tired trying to be myself.
In a world that may see my heart as foolish and naive.
Letting myself just drown in emotions above my head.
Believing that the answers will come sooner than they may.
There is so much in me no one else will ever know.
Only you see the woman that I am.
Namaste my Sweet