I have been dealing with a lot of personal drama lately. But I have decided to (finally) put it in God’s hands and let it go for good. Those who want to keep drama and strife going will have to do it alone. I can’t single-handedly save everyone; I can’t make people love, accept or appreciate me. I won’t be dragged into it anymore; I want peace.

At last, peace pervading every space
Each nook and cranny of my mind
Having once lost my ability to feel
Anything at all through the wall I had constructed
Tired of being hurt, used, taken for granted
Through a tiny hole I watched
As those who claimed to care marched off one by one
Feet pounding the pavement in deafening cadence
I didn’t think I’d asked for much
Love and appreciation, respect
Apparently more than they were willing to give
More interested in getting
Grasping the scraps that remained
Fleeing, their grubby little hands filled with my treasures
At last I am equipped with the tools
Needed to build my sanctuary, rather than a prison
Safe from prying eyes and sticky fingers
Free from guilt, bitterness or obligation
To the oppressors
No more a victim, but a victor
©2011 – Andrea J. Shannon
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