momentarily stunned as I step outside myself, the view a surprise
such a different scene from the one I painted for me
I'm not sure I recognize this woman
the look, tormented, hardened
I can't imagine what inner turmoil lies within
deep rooted strangling tentacles choke the person within
it's written all over her face
once inside, the journey gets more
the outside a true reflection of the damage within
the agony of seeing the brokenness within
introspection's supposed to help! right?
how to climb out of a spiraling abyss of sadness
learning not to be the victim
the joy of the Lord must be my strength...but from where do I draw it?
I must not stop, can not give up, I've learned so much
gone through...so much
heaven only knows...