Twenty-two today, not so young now.
It seems the years have flown.
And still I struggle against the seeds you have sown.
A life with a few highs, mainly lows.
But not so old either, I suppose.
Still time to go, still things to do.
I won't let my future be clouded by you.
More strong than weak, growing, changing.
Increased happiness seems to accompany my ageing.
The memories faded, but still the pain is full to the brim,
from twisted words you carved within.
And still I fight and struggle and strive.
You can not beat me, I will survive!

Written by AML June 2002