I've been beaten down,
torn apart and ripped to shreds -
I have the war scars to prove it,
I've been knocked down,
broken to pieces and left out in the cold -
I've been trampled and defeated.
Somehow,
I've managed to stay alive -
It's nothing short of a miracle,
I've managed to turn my pain
into poetry--an art -
I've even managed to make it lyrical!
By Lady R.F ©2017
Poetry is my life!
Without it I would be completely lost
In a world I don't fit into.