You feel the pain and you are under strain.
Your heart is pumping and cannot contain
The weight of words and misery caused
By your goaders so that you do not respond.
But now condemnation takes flight
And the darkness becomes bright.
Open doors whispers new ways
No more condemnation from what they say.
Misery flees and you succeed.
Standing resolutely as you proceed
To be the best that you can be,
Confident, happy and set free.
MARYANN BOSAH 