You follow in my footsteps.
You may, through pain,
Walk in my shoes,
Though I prayed an easier way for you.
Life is hard.
Sometimes.
People learn slowly.
The damage they gave to me,
They may give to you.
The pain I have felt,
You may feel too.
There is much to be feared.
Yet there is light too.
For I have endured.
I have survived.
At times, I have thrived.
I have learnt ways
That I can teach you.
To protect yourself,
To keep breathing,
To embrace your damage,
Your pain,
Your bruises,
And let them make you stronger.
When the grief
The anguish
The agony
Pierce your soul,
When the light seems to dim,
Let your tears fall
And let them dry.
Hold up your head.
For you are my successor,
As I am, of the women before me.
In our strength,
Open your mouth and say
I am not afraid,
For I walk in my mother’s footsteps
And she has
Defeated you.
