There was a meltdown in the order of things
My life was thrown into disarray
In the hands of a wicked man
So i left my life to go to war
To battle against the odds
Piece by piece, to gather and restore
It is almost two years and i'm barely standing
The damaged done to different areas of my life and existence
seems endless
Barely standing, but at least the wicked man
is no longer in my bed
Slowly i can breathe again
Slowly i take my step
Slowly i regain my strenght
Slowly i recollect who i was before he came to view
Slowly but surely i am standing
With the Almighty God as my strong hold
I am coming up
You are no longer sinking my glory
I no longer hold a grudge
I am no longer bitter but
I'll surely never forget
Watch this space for i am breathing
I am stepping up, regaining strength
To exhibit the substance of a true woman
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