I come from darkness
from what I thought everlasting night
from a stinging palm on my skin
from seeing more wrong than right.
I come from brokenness
from a young mother and an absent father
from new homes and fading faces
from considering myself just a bother.
I come from insight
from knowing and seeing too much
from finding school my haven
from craving and wanting love.
I come from loneliness
from tears that formed melodies
from a family I couldn't trust
from only songs that saved me.
I become light
a beacon for the lost
a fighter for the defenseless
a comforting hand for the broken.
I become change
a determination to find happiness
a solid no to temptation
a fight against my demons.
I become acceptance
a growing self-love
a pair of open arms for others
a face that understands their pain.
I become a happy ending
with many trials in between
with an ending goal and a dream
the light at the end of the tunnel
the hope in a world of despair
the place that made all the journey
worth it.
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