we are gifted great energy that is a strength

once we learn the power of endurance

we equal the balance of the energies

as the weight of the world can be lifted.

learning takes time

often the graduation from learning is called maturity

growing older is part of the process

from youth, we fear to become older due to the unknown

however, so fears melt
once they melt when we go through them

and we are grown.

admiration to those skilled and learned to thrive

are called “senior citizens.*

one who is stronger will be shown

the path to safety

through the building of  strength

These blocks that build into eternity.

i have grown older and earned such accreditations

to the strengths of the energies that build a better pathway

in life

we thrive to know another season has been conquered

by our inner maturity

to bond together
as energies due
both of   us strengthens.

She took the beatings, the
Blood smearing her skin
Took the lashings, and the slaps,
And hid her grin
The first time a man gripped her thighs,
Ripped them apart, and forced his way
Past her heart, numbing her to love,
Then threw her away
Numbed down deep to her soul,
She almost broke, almost cried,
Almost tied the knot tight, and
Almost,
almost,
almost died
She gave birth to generations
Told them her stories and
Unto them she bequeathed
All her spirit and her worries
She reached past the pain,
Pushed past the slaked lust
Turned herself inside out
Despite the bruises and distrust
She built her walls high,
Enough to endure the storms life
Somehow thought she could survive
And relished a calm from the strife
A destiny couldn’t be resisted
Nevertheless, she persisted

I think for the most part
It's when you're actually alone
That you have no choice
But to become stronger.
You have no shoulder to lean on
You have no-body to listen
You have no faith on anyone
So you pick up yourself.
Trust becomes so vague
You search its preciseness at times
But you don't spend much on it
You rather leave your troubles behind
Because the moment you remember
Is the moment you rather forget
All the ******* you have endured
And how alone you were then.

The hurt isn't something that just goes away,
The pain has already come to stay,
It's already such a great price to pay,
But it must be endured come what may.

When we were young,
Innocent as our smooth skin.
we didn't understand.
Why they stared
This is for the kids like me,
the kids who still feel your hands.
Who didnt know about the birds and the bees.
Until,
you showed them.

Now, we're adults, scarred.
A lovers wrong touch triggers unwanted memories
and you haunt my every move.
You made me.
Broken and Untouchable.
This is for the adults who are still children.
Who cry into the blackness
for the life you stole.