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Saturday, June 25, 2011

Fruits of therapy.

The signs of healing are starting this i surely know
For things I once believed in I'm  now able to let go
Building up good boundaries to keep the peace within
Is something I must keep doing time and time again

I use to think I'm not worthy because of what's been done
But now I'm slowly realizing, I'm not the guilty one
Rather I am that little child who never had a say
Who never understood why beatings came her way

I couldnt stop those  things that they did to me
And whatever was being done; wasn't suppose to be.
Now I  come to heal and allow my soul to weep
Showing to my  "T"  all the secrets that I keep.

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