Looking back at my so-called life
Has been a mix of joy and strife
A major storm of wind and rain
The confusing mix of love and pain
I see myself and all I’ve done
The experiences both tedious and fun
There have been many to whom I’ve bowed
In my heart, more than allowed
Some loved, some hurt, some truly did nothing
Leaving me pleading, wanting for something
Being passed around from Mistress to Master
Many times were joyous, others a disaster
Each year I grow and learn a bit more
The scars within me no longer sore
Days still pass and time goes on by
All that I’ve dealt with, new skills to apply
Standing now as the storm still rages
Thunder crashing and shaking the cages
When will this violent uproar fade
It feels as though it’s been over a decade
No matter the fury that this storm shall bring
I am me, no one else, it will not change a thing.
