In the lonely wastelands of aloneness,
A million barbs painfully forgetting any kindness,
My life a plaything for those who wield power,
Everywhere I look there are painful reminders,
That the hardest battle is always fought within,
Its tumult sweeps over my head swallowing everything,
Healing comes when I let go of my last resort,
Leaving behind my final vestige of shaky trust,
The alpha of this world is the beginning of hope,
Yesterday’s harsh memories dim quickly,
The trap of failure’s repetition released,
When I shift my gaze to what lies ahead,
The way behind is closed forever,
Today and tomorrow’s promise offering hope,
My day begins and ends with celebrating my rescue.