Somewhere along the way
these last few years,
I really lost myself,
controlled by my fears

Recently I decided,
it's time for me to fight,
I deserve better than this,
I shouldn't be so polite,

So fight back I did,
and eventually I won,
I ended the abuse,
I left and was done,

But now here I am
looking...
at my fractured battered soul,
missing so many pieces,
trying to gain back control,

As I stumble around,
devoid of any sight,  
I turn to my friends,
And they say,

Why don't you write?

Why don't I...
Maybe I should....
Some thinking in rhymes,
might do me some good....