Overcome

They say never believe what you think at night, but my mind can’t help but wander and over think.

I sit there and wondering about the “what if’s”

Why my heart was shattered into tiny pieces then swept to the side

Like I had no reason to cry and be hurt

Like

It was my Fault?

I sit here thinking why wasn’t I good enough?

Should I have given away my prize possession? Maybe he would love me?

But no

See, but I was raised from a different cloth.

So I came to the conclusion that I’m no longer going sit in sorrow because situations are temporary and so are people.

I’m not going to downgrade myself to please people and especially not a man.

I’m not going to shed tears for those who don’t give a damn about me.

Because you see weeping may endure for a night but joy surely does come in the morning.

So I’m going to keep my head lifted and strut like a QUEEN.

A strong young lady that doesn’t look like what she’s been through.

Because

She has overcome

This poem is about: 
Me

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