Overcome

The past has helped me overcome the things I've seen and what I've done. Presently I'm short of breath, a heavy chest, a cloudy head. I wish that I could know the truth. Instead of always being used. It's hard to find the words to say, when I don't know what's wrong with me. It's nice to know that people care, we're not alone, just unaware. It's hard to see through different eyes, we're all the same, just different lives. The future holds what I don't know. I'm scared to death of the unknown. But journeys are my middle name. I'm stronger now and used to pain. Usually I have a hold on everything I can't control. But lately it's been hard to cope, with everything I've ever known. The greatest gift in life to gain, is never having fear of shame.