"You're so strong. You made it through",
They say these things without a clue.
Yes, I'm still here, but I'm not strong,
Left wounded, bleeding far too long.
My pain it lives inside my skin.
Always on the outside, looking in,
I see this world from a broken angle
From the darkness, snared and tangled.
His sickness hovers always near
Reminding me of what I fear.
Yet beneath the overgrowth of ugly layers,
I'm all done crying my unanswered prayers.
I'm leaving behind his legacy.
As I toe the water, I'm finally free.
And willing this time I sink under
Bathing in a new world of wonder.