' My Journey ... '
by Rose Mary Mckenzie

As I walk this empty, lonely road

Burdened down by this rotting load

Picking up pieces here and there

Many treasures I horded, with out care


I started my journey empty of hand

Memories falling through fingers like sand

Gathering up the good and bad

Times were happy, times were sad


This journey began when I was so young

No place, no sun,  I hopelessly clung

No right to be born, my head I hung

The search for meaning earnestly begun


So in agony, the pain I always felt

Hopes and dreams quickly melt

Locked in my prison I did not make

Lord, take me home for heaven sake


My life was a dungeon filled confused doom

I was robber of innocence all to soon

Over night the rose lost it's blushing  bloom

A child became a woman, he evilly groomed


A voice was silenced, it wasn't heard

Protected PLEASE, Oh, how absurd 

You accuse him, he is such a nice man

I cried alone, rescuing me was not in their plan


Years went bye, I suffered alone

I was a captive in  my own home

This life was filled with  filth and decay

Then one glorious day, I broke away


I still live with my humiliation and shame

Why do adults make this a shameful game

My heart has healed, but scares remain

I have made peace, but I will never be the same


My journey is approaching  it's end

What have I learned? Only this my friend

When starting your journey from cradle to grave

You are all the sum of goodness you gave.


This story is finished, this story is done

I now walk in gratitude, I walk in the Son

Make something wonderful while down here below

Give others kindness, compassion, and love to them bestow..


' My Journey ... ' by Rose Mary Mckenzie
Copyright © Rose Mary Mckenzie
All Rights Reserved.

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