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Sep 2022
The broken spirit cries out for love
Her mind rejects the notion - Feeling unworthy
Her heart yearns for God above
For heavens peace to calm her thoughts flurry

Alone through life - no one to lean on
Always to be the one who has to be strong
She carried her cross and many others
She was the burden - The reminder of the pain
for her sister, mom, children, and brothers
HER Trauma was the storm that brought the rain

She was blamed for the past of them all
She was shamed for how the pieces fall
When they cast the stones in the first place
When they handed her grief  and stole her grace

So she called herself Hope as a joke
because its what always eluded her - what she always needed most
She tried to be a beacon for those that were lost
but couldn't find herself through the cost

So she opened her eyes to the deception
She found she didn't recognize her reflection
She couldn't find a home though introspection
She searched and searched for recollection
How long had she lied
behind the smile - she cried
But this Honesty would spur her resurrection

She saw through the lies they had fed her
She remembered how the past had bled her
of all self worth - all her joy was torn asunder
But this time she wouldn't be pulled under
Deep onto the abyss of her sorrow
where most of her life she had dwelt
she would see the dawn with new eyes tomorrow
and let that rain wash away the shame she felt

As she sifts through the rubble and ash
of an old life she can not get back
she will rise like a phoenix taken in flame
And one day they will remember her name
They will regret the words that they said
as they realize they are immortalized
in the words that they've read

Her beginnings were rougher than most
Every turn seemed to get worse
She learned to lean on her heavenly host
This alone helped her handle her curse
Life dragged her from trauma to trauma
At least she had her children's love
Her most cherished name for herself, was 'momma'
She looked for wisdom from above

Then her children were taken
she fought off the waves of emotion
she fought off feeling forsaken
she fought being drown in this ocean
that threatened to swallow her faith up in doubt
That drained her - That strained her
to figure all of this trauma out

Of all that made her feel broken
this was by far the very worst
Yet her prayers still never go unspoken
she refused to remain feeling cursed
Because she would live for Christ -
For HIM she would hunger and thirst
Danash DelGotto
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Danash DelGotto  31/F/Massillon, Ohio
(31/F/Massillon, Ohio)   
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