Coming out of the closet of shame and abuse,
I no longer wish to be a recluse.
Clarity of mind and scarred soul,
I don't know if I'll ever feel whole.
Testing the waters, taking a dip,
Rejoining scociety is difficult I quip.
Climbing, climbing, and climbing out of my self dug pit,
I will no longer take anyones shit!
Climbing the peak from the top I will soar,
Releasing anger, angst,and ill will from my core.
by Donna Evans 9-9-12
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