
I didn’t jump into life, I was pushed
I didn’t fight to stay for the hope of a better fate
Only to have everything taken away that I ever wanted
Young and scared, too proud to crawl
I lay awake at night trying to find an escape
To a place where I didn't have to bleed
A place where I could breathe without fear
Fear of "will this be my last breath"?
Out of the frying pan into the fire over and over being burned
Till the ashes of my charred life begin to fall from me
Revealing a new life, a new chance
Forged in fire I emerge, I stand a refined woman



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