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This poem is a mixture of anger and agony. It was almost a year after my bullying incident in middle school, and yet my dark past still came back to haunt me. I was angry, upset, and sickened by it. I was so fed up with it all and devoured by anger, but still I felt pain from my wound that was in the process of healing. Many years later I carry this scar as a constant reminder of what I went through. Some days I feel empowered and in others I feel weakened. I've learn to forgive, but still trying to learn how to let go. In all of my poems I hope that it relates to others. There is HOPE and FREEDOM. In your darkest hour it's hard to see, but there will be light at the end of the tunnel. Without dark there is no light, and without light there is no dark. We don't know why or understand the things that we go through, but in all things God turns into good. Romans 12:21 "Be not over come by evil, but overcome evil with good." Those darkest hours of my life I wanted and tried to kill myself, but God held me close and helped me to get through those times. Now I can tell other bullied victims my story and to give them hope and strength. I promise that every one and everything is important to God. He has a reason, purpose, and plan for you.

#Anger #Hate #HopeSorrow #Torn