Broken, scared, timid, lost and angry

A little girl down on her knees

With only the ability to cower and hide

Angels were sent to help her see

Pain holds much power but love holds even more

One can harness that power and become free

And I have done that very thing.

I can now stand on the edge and look down at the valley

I emerged a woman standing standing strong in the rain

Looking out over a land so vast with possibility

But laced with uncertainty and pain

A tiny spark of hope now burns bright in faith

That I shall never return to that hell I once felt

And accept the gifts I have been given

And never look back at the lost world I have left.