Healing

She no longer fought the memories of
the good and bad times
Beat herself up because some of the reminiscences
 had her longing for his touch
No, she’s never forgotten the pain he caused
or the tears she cried
It was futile for her to sit there and try to deny,
they did have some good times
Selfishness was the weapon in his war; hers was
strength he didn’t know she possessed
Haunted thoughts of him drifted into her sub consciousness
 only to come alive in her dreams
When she closed her eyes to sleep
Running away from facing feelings unresolved,
only made her realize she needed to exorcise those demons
So, she could move on with her life
To say she held hate in her heart
would only give him power,
to say she had loved him once upon a time might be truth
But its forgiveness that she had to find in her
to get back what was lost when she turned her power over to him
And he abused it so cruelly
Had to learn to love life again
Even when the darkest days threaten to engulf her 
Age and maturity watered with the tears of growth
Learning who she was and what she stood for
Imagining good can come from bad
Not letting the past recur in her future
Giving it all to God for without Him she wouldn’t be healing