In my weakest hour, I find my true strength

As I sit in the dark, alone in the dead of the night My mind racing, heart yearning, body feels numb, I think about who I am, how I feel. Thinking on the past, the present Of whats yet to come. How is it a heart that hold so much love can end up in such a sad place?, I have repeatedly given my heart and soul all I have to show is the tears on my face. I need to be held close, to feel safe while I cry, comfort in the dark, For fear, pain and terror have come to call and leave yet another ugly mark. Can you see who I truly am? I hide much pain and shame, Can you see the wounded child within? It has been there so long now, Im not sure where it begin. Although I struggle to hide it with the many masks i wear Surly you can sense the falsehood in my smile. But how would you know, You have yet to look me in the eyes. They tell a long dark story of a loving soul who has received a life riddled with deception, and lies. And if you should look, Could you handle what you would find? Such a loving soul, even after a life of living hell, See the wounds, see the scares, slow to heal they may be But that's me, and the lessons I have learned very well. The story tells a journey of a damaged soul striving to heal her light, and be fully complete, Of the many wrong paths she chose in her life Of how she never allowed it to get to her never willing to retreat. Now I stand in all of my light, don't like what you see? then look away like the others Hide and cover your eyes, For this soul searches now For truth and balance No longer willing to live a life of empty lies. It was in my lowest times in life when Weakness took over and filled my soul, That I found my true strength, The path to healing and Im now becoming whole. ?? Autumn Dawe. 200