Thank God I’m Alive

After believing a lie

from a weakened soul

while I lost a yes

At only 4 years old.

And thinking then,

I would surely expire

I reached outside

higher and higher.

but grounded properly

by self-fulfilling prophecy

that my mother would not like me.

Despite the love of two

siblings and her,

and the certain correction from

the well-trained father

my ability to talk the truth

did surely escape me.

Growing up salty,

and growing up sweet

I set myself up to be trampled

that secret I kept

and it continued to vet

my most unusual training.

And then again, in

scholarly training

the little brick girl began

entering a living

beyond the lie.

And started to write

the truth from her sight

and talk from sealed lips

to hang on tight to the truth.

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