I’ve swam through the darkest waters,
pushing through the mud and filth
being a single mom…
…none of which has claimed me
fighting off the stigmas
polluting my drive for existence
For years, I’ve looked and looked,
searching for something wonderful
to show proof that I have lived,
a life worth living in the eyes of man.
That was a life I could not live.
I had to find a way to include “me” in my own life.
I had to find a way to pack up and ship off the things
that at one point almost destroyed me.
It wasn’t easy. It’s never easy
to let go of the things that was once my starting point.
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