Ode to her soul


She was born weak and fragile

Son tiny and full of joy

Ode to her starving soul


As she aged, became confused and mentally abused

Always called ugly, stupid , dumb, and even worthless

She cried for help but everyone refused

So she grew with doubt, fear and sorrow for life

Ode to her insecure soul


Then, she found that shining light in the darkness of her dying heart

She screams as she release from the scars of her painful past

No longer bound and no longer an outcast

She grew in strength with inseparable pasts

Ode to her brave, boundless, beautiful mind, body , and soul 

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