I was born blessed, complete, full and whole.
I was born a fighter girl to a warrior woman.
They came and took bits and pieces of me.
Not, not at once. They took different parts at different times.
They muffled my laughter. Chipped my confidence.
Broke my pride. Taught my voice to quaver.
They took bits and pieces of my joy.
Some poured hate and anger into the void they void.
Others left me empty trusting me
to fill myself back to blessed, back to complete
back to full, back to whole again.
Sense & Rants 