The Recovery

New found respect from a hate filled past
Severing ties that we all thought would last
Getting a grip on the things I had lost
Bleeding inside, the ultimate cost

Patching my life, I sew back the pieces
Continuing on, as everyone ceases
Stopping and staring, at all I have done
As everyone freezes, in the mist of the sun

Rising above, I stand on my own
Solitary stance, to show I have grown
Recovering life, a life I once had
I overcome fear, and defeat what is bad

My feet stand firm, on the ground I call min
I make the calls, and this is my line

Cross it and lose, fall deep in the hole
For this is my life, and I'm in control



Copyright 2012
Sienna Grace