Sunrise

I am the love shown to me.
I am the lust taken from me.
I am the sadness violated on me.
I am the quasi hatred thrust on me.
I am the snow upto my ankle boots,
While I walked home at sun rise.
I am the shame thrust upon me,
At the times I did my best to push through.
I am alive, breathing and present, in the same form.
Holding myself, owning myself inspite of the guilt,
the shame, the anger and the fire.
I am here, and I’ll stay for my next walk into the sunrise.