Living

I'm new to this thing;
having a life
being a person
Existing

Is that weird to say out loud?
To tell the world
that I have been metaphorically dead;
not breathing?

That for the past two years
I have been a shadow to
anyone who comes close to me
clinging

Clinging to the fact that
my Identity has been stolen
by a man in a shadow;
stealing

who I could of been,
who I'm meant to be.
Just gone from right on top of me
Bleeding

Tearing away at my innocent core
my child hood memories
M dignity
Unforgiving.

His mistakes have become my past,
my past is now my reality;
a reality that I have to let go.
Sighing

But I'm getting use to this thing'
Having a voice
Feeling my pulse;
Living