This time last year

I was not this "me."

Despite only a year passing

I have grown.

My morals are stronger.

My depression is weaker.

I am winning.

Time flies, they say.

I agree. Yes it does.

For only a year ago, I was still

A little girl,

Beaten by her father.

Ignored by her step mother.

A year ago I was alone

Holding knives to my wrists,

Guns to my head,

Nooses to my throat.

Time flies, indeed.

A year ago I was alone.

Lonely, alone, by myself

seeking love in all the wrong places

Growing impatient when

The men I fell for

Turned out to be boys

That couldnt handle my "Baggage."

Time flies.

My fiance loves me

And I love him

And I thank him every day

For giving me wings

So that I  too could fly

Away from the prison cell of

A trailor that the system

Demanded I call "home."

Time flies.

And thank God for that.