Much too young to understand

Pain came in my life and held my hand

It hurt so much I pulled away

But every day became night

I was living in what felt like a serious fight.

 

I logged this pain deep inside.

My memories became the standard lie

“I’m fine”

But anger grew and I called it; “strength”

Still much too young to understand

Pain became anger now they both held my hand.

But the days became night

Ruled by my anger; I felt now I had the upper hand.

At least that’s how I stayed in the fight.

Was I winning, I think not.

 

Soon the naivety of my youth; could no longer be my excuse

Time had grown me into

an angry

bitter

pain of a person;

with no room for growth.

 

Still clinging to my youth I gathered up my excuses.

Where time saw no room for growth

I saw a means to change;

Dug deep inside and accepted

All my past pain.

Then I opened my hands

And released the beauty of my Pearl!

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Poetry inspired by my own journey and the reality that too often as women we believe that pain has to make us hard and/or cold…but the formation of a pearl is one of the best examples of taking the hurt/pain from your past and letting it shape you into a beautiful gem called a Pearl….  May God continue to shape you!!