What we had,
was a few moments in time.
What you held were my dreams,
What I had was hope.
What I hold is memories,
of how i want to feel again.
What I need is to heal,
for now I hide in myself.
I have survived the pain,
The fist that pounded into me.
The bruises have faded completely,
the memories haunt me less.
I was strong enough to walk away,
though my head was down.
I had the will to survive,
and this will be the same.
This is better.
I can laugh or cry,
I can thrive or fail.
My life is my own.
I have been held gently.
Stroked correctly, held lightly,
caressed sofly, kissed fiercly...
and I have been set free.
I will once again find my wings,
I have been through worse things.