I seem to say all these words on the paper today
But is hasn't been easy to know what to say
When you're kicked and battered and been thrown around
It's easy to pretend and look like a clown
The bruises gone but the scars are still here
Some days it's easy to walk through my fears
Other day it's pain in my ball of tears
Today I feel beautiful, but sometimes I feel ugly
The things I go through in the struggle to find me
It's not really clear what this journey I follow
Often I seek truth, but I'm human and hallow
With a toss of coin not knowing heads or tails
I hide between lies when I stumble and fail
But whatever it is I want you to know
This is my life and not a freak show
I will move pass the laughs, judgements And jeers
My soul has been renewed I say with a cheer
Standing alone I have learned to survive
I'm grateful and thankful
Life lessons and you didn't kill me
I'm still standing and alive.
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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