Tracing all those tears that have flowed <br />has taken years of searching and mind analysis <br />The times my father hit my mother <br />The times Mum just didn’t come home <br />for fear of another attack <br />The times I fell and grazed my knee <br />Tracing all those moments of fear in my life <br />has taken me back to memories <br />of darker places <br />To the darkness that brought with it <br />the boogie man <br />The fast rides in the car <br />that caused us to cling on tightly <br />ending up with white knuckles <br />and pins and needles in our hands <br />The terror of the teenage years <br />with all the hormones and strife <br />Boys that tried it on but failed <br />Boys that tried and reached first base. <br />and those that didn’t try at all. <br />Life had losses that would haunt me forever <br />the death of my first-born son <br />=The passing of my Grandmother the death of my Best friend <br />the death of the father of my first daughter. <br />With each new battle a challenge came forth <br />one that would teach me to understand life <br />to handle death and Loss <br />to deal with emotion good and bad <br />to blossom as a person and a spirit <br />I’m all grown up now and understand why <br />I understand the suffering <br />I understand what is required of me <br />and most of all through this wisdom <br />I understand how others feel. <br />For now I am a Mentor <br />a protector a listener <br />and a provider <br />for now I can truly say <br />I am Woman<br /><br />Janice M Pickett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-woman-4/
