It Is Over

The day arrived
When she knew it was over

The illusion was gone
The veil lifted

The same tattood, good-time lovin’
Rum and coke drinkin’ men

Would no longer do
She would have to be stronger now

She would have to sidestep
Her own smooth-talking ways

Her own belief that she deserved nothing more
Than undelivered promises and well-intentioned lies

Her life was calling her in a new direction
In the direction of her truth

In the direction of uncertainty
In the direction of broken patterns and healed wounds

And so, she became what she never believed she could -
Whole.

Copyright 2011 Heather Strang

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