A woman working, climbing, ascending to the top of the mountain
Past the misery, where she screamed; Primal Screams echo like a fountain
Or, was she Hearing Echoes? Echoes of her past? Of one Bad Day too many
Where she couldn’t see the Beauty Among the Thorns all along the journey
The Search for Happiness began as her Life as a Single Mother was at its peak
She was thinking of others first, not herself, The Child Left Behind, and the screams began
Deeply entrenched in the muck of the mundane; the mind buried in the fog so bleak
There was no Beauty in the Eye of the Storm; she was the storm, everyone’s bogeyman
Anger, raw anger, frustration, bitterness were the norm for her; yet she wanted love
Yes, love is what she wanted most of all; she could never find it and she wondered Why
Why not her but yet others had? This became The Journey; to ascend high above
High above the distorted Reflections in the Broken Looking Glass; self-doubt to the sky
But for every failure, more anger, more frustration, more bitterness, more pain
That pain where You Feel Like You Just Wanna Give Up; say “Never again, absolutely never”
A little girl screams into the darkness; it was Hearing Echoes again in her brain
She didn’t know what the hell went wrong. Doesn’t anyone comfort her in her pain? Ever?
But then the woman realized her higher power was calling to her “Hush Hush little one”
That was enough to keep her going, to allow her to keep climbing, ascending to the top
Her higher power told her he was still by her side at her side for your side forevermore
The Primal Screams calmed to the sound of whispering wind; she beamed like the sun
As she’s finding “it,” what makes her happy, joyous and free and the pain to stop
She ascends to the top, gazes over the horizon, her wings flicker, flutter, she’s free of her shell
This emotionally sick, behaviorally imbalanced woman is returning forevermore
From this place called hell.
Respecting Myself Through Words 