~Inspired by Gloria Hemingway from the family memoir Strange Tribe by John Hemingway~
No matter what the world labels me,
I will prevail.
However much people hate me,
I will prevail.
You see, I have a gift.
I can turn sorrows into similes,
I can transform madness into metaphors.
If she is a wench, I turn her into a warrior.
No matter how much I cry,
I will keep going.
However much I want to die,
I will keep going.
To keep living, bears my womb with joy.
I find small moments of love,
In the inconspicuous places.
If triggers of trauma comes, I smile and wave them goodbye.
I have this gift to change the sadness inside of me,
into sweet revelry.
The once chaotic turmoil full of black tar,
into a peaceful moment of mercy.
I have this gift inside of me,
To turn the midnight oil of terrors and anxiety,
into a masterpiece.
I have this gift to change the bad into whole.
Perhaps it is an easy task for some people,
but people I know find it hard to believe,
how a small moment of hope
can be found in the midst of darkness.
How life can be hopeful in faith,
despite the mourning and injustice.
I have this gift you see, and I know I'm not alone.
I am gifted in the many ways the world cannot see.
I am the gift.
and the gift is in me.