At twenty years old<\/p>\n
I gave up all my crutches<\/p>\n
All my fears returned.<\/p>\n
I’d wasted three years<\/p>\n
Had nothing to show<\/p>\n
And no more money to burn.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
All the fear came back<\/p>\n
And brought more with it<\/p>\n
Leaving me helpless and alone.<\/p>\n
Full panic attacks now<\/p>\n
Afraid to live, afraid to die<\/p>\n
I knew my hope was gone.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
One day my sister – married now –<\/p>\n
Asked me to come to church.<\/p>\n
I was raised that way, what could it hurt?<\/p>\n
When I went that night I felt something<\/p>\n
That made tears run down my face.<\/p>\n
It was acceptance, it was love, I felt my path divert.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
It doesn’t mean that all was great<\/p>\n
Like someone waved a magic wand,<\/p>\n
But things had turned for better now.<\/p>\n
I had new friends, good examples to watch<\/p>\n
Smarter choices, calmer living, smiles instead of frowns<\/p>\n
Though my father tried to pull me back, that, I would not allow.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Peace, quiet<\/p>\n
Happiness, joy<\/p>\n
Contentment and hope.<\/p>\n
I never looked back<\/p>\n
Everything was new<\/p>\n
I was cleaned by more than soap.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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