A voice . . . a vision . . . a spark . . . a flame
. . . now it’s time to look beyond the blame.
I’ve opened the door and faith stepped in
Finally, I’m ready for my life to begin.
Not as it was or how I thought it should be,
But with my past and my future merge
authentically.
Beyond the silence . . . the shame, the fear
I’ve grown through the pain that has brought me here.
I’m learning to live with both laughter and tears
And to trust myself
As well as my peers.
Learning to feel, to love, to guide
And have no reason to hide.
Although I still struggle daily to survive
I’m finally glad to be alive.
