Four years ago my tragedy ended
I cannot forget but I have learned to be mended
Slowly I picked up the pieces of my shattered life
Tossed, churned & jagged these small pieces were proof of my strife
The anxiety & guilt were all that remain
How does life go on & one now sustain?
Such tragedy not many know so young
Wept tears for the end, deeply reminded as I sung
Vince Gil's, Go Rest High...
May times I listened and tried not to cry
Only now the memories serve as reminder of the strength I carry
No longer shamed am I to have them to bury
I look back at my shattered life from a place from high above
Flying blissfully, without fear, like a dove
I no longer feel regret, sadness or guilt
For I have worked hard not to forget the character that I’ve since built
Without sadness or fear that I did wrong
For God walked with me...and I still hear his beautiful song
Jesus loves me, Yes he Does!
In sadness he did not forget me just because…
I wondered then if all would forget of my sadness and pain
Now it’s all I can do to refrain
Speaking of this tragedy I thought unbecoming,
No one wishes for a life of misery and abuse
Now I wish to tell my story running
…& stop being a recluse
A life lived and now passed
A young life no longer set on course to crash
Now a mere memory of my continued strength,
Which some never achieve even with lives with much longer length
May God take my hand in endeavors ahead
Yet continue to remind me of the blood I have bled
