I don't think it's understood,
I still have passion,
I still have so much love to give,
Even on the advent of heartbreak,
The hope still lives,
And by the declaration of as much
Breathtaking defiance my soul could muster,
That hope only grows stronger.
I've been rejected, shamed,
Messed about, a door mat,
But still I'll rise, in spite of all that,
Hurt would twist me into.
I'm still here, by the Grace of God,
And I'm not going anywhere until,
My time here is done:
I will not fade into darkness,
I will not cripple under chaos,
I will not be consumed,
I will rise full of light,
Love me or hate me,
Want me or not, it doesn't matter,
I will be who I am made to be,
Who He made me to be.
©Mary Spotted Eagle Woman Roberts