You can’t tell my story like I can. It starts off with Once upon a time and many chapters have a not so happy ending. I didn’t ride off into the sunset and I wasn’t saved by a white knight. My villain was silent, My actions weren’t heard, My dreams are my own they weren’t disturbed. The physical and the emotional somewhat tainted, But Not destroyed. I tried new avenues to fill the void. Looking for love in all kinds of people, Making sex and alcohol my god, Continuing to sin it wasn’t hard. My journey got longer and I got tired, Looking for new roads, Peace for hire. Looking for calm after the storm, Looking for comfort to keep me warm, I prayed for help to take away the pain, I prayed for forgiveness to erase the shame. I found love it didn’t last long. I felt new hurts but carried on. I cried in silence and screamed out loud. Obtaining peace, I didn’t know how. The more I prayed the pain went away. The more I learned I wanted to learn more, The healing began mending the sores. I prayed and I prayed and I prayed some more. God gave me love forevermore. I have peace and a husband-to-be, I pray for joy, Children please! Once upon a time has come and gone. I didn’t ride off into the sunset, But I carried on. Nobody can tell my story like I can.