I should have let go and bled to death, But something refused to let me do it

By Ajibade Temitope

So I’m slowly picking up the shattered pieces,
The smith screens you made of my life I’m slowly building,
Some days it’s easier to smile and some days it’s very hard,
But I’m slowly learning to smile,
Learning to breathe again without feeling a loss,
Slowly building my confidence,
Slowly gaining my pride,
I bear the wounds you left,
Like a trophy I wear them on my heart,
Cos they are marks of bravery,
They are my proof of survival,
I should have let go and bled to death,
But something refused to let me do it,
And now I’m becoming a better woman,
A woman who can laugh a little and smile a bit,
I’m slowly developing like a budding flower,
And this time I refuse to let anyone beat me down
Because no matter what, I’ll bounce back,
Cos I’m a survivor
Beautifully yours.

Written by Ajibade Temitope

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