Merry, 49

This poem speaks 2 me so 2 share it with my friends. SURV Hauntd by a shadow of my past that which has bruisd me & scarrd me both by that of the flesh & mind a shadow that has chaind me down bound me 2 servitude when but only a spec of hope glimmerd n the distance & freedom seemd like that out of a fairy tale a hand broke through the darkness shining light n 2 the darker corners of my life breakin the chains that once bound me he gave me the hope again that i was strong independent that i could make it that i could SURVIVE

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