Picking up the Pieces

As I look around

I know I don’t want to drown

I’ve come too far

To be sitting at the bar

Been there, done that

Too many times to count.

An invitation to kick me down

Why do I deal with these clowns?

Interrupted my peace

When all I want is ease

Brought me their chaos

‘Cause their souls are lost.

He dropped a bomb that night

My soul screamed it wasn’t right

So many moments stolen from me

Need to find a way to stop this bleed.

Felt the pain

Confronted the trauma

Don’t want to call my mama

Took back my power, so we can be free.

For all of us. Not just for me.

Picking up the pieces of my life

After a period of too much strife

Holding on with my bullshit detector honed

Sometimes I think about getting toned.

Done with the users and abusers

My body belongs to me

My way, my choice,

How I show up to be seen.

The seasons change

But human nature tells us not to

At the end of the day, it’s up to you

Just tell me what you want to do.

Keep my head up,

Moving on.

No trophy,

To be won.

Picking up the pieces

To be happy and free

Loving myself more

Is what needs to be.