The Bad The Good

Bad
Tomorrow is trash day.
Tonight I’m ready to throw away what has haunted me in the past.
Young it’s like things were different.
Surrounded by many but very alone.
Punished for the very sake of the word.
Innocent I pleaded.
Pleaded mostly to myself.
I was the only one that really listened to all my burdens.
That was how life was.
Seemed for a long time that the mental and physical abuse would never end.

Good
Being active is how I passed the time.
In my grateful room I sometimes called a prison.
A release of the pain I once felt.
Creating resistance how could I know I was gaining strength?
A visit mean’t the world to me.
These eyes have seen some of the worst things.
Things I’ve heard that were awful have now been defined.
Prayers have been heard.
Persistent on moving up.
I stayed on the right path till I peered out.
Risen from my own league of shadows.
Things make sense now.
Mature I’m dealing.