Sometimes when I begin to think,
I wonder what it was that got me through.
Through the tears and through the fights,
through the lies and the deception..

It could not have been friends,
although they were there,
I felt as though I couldn’t tell them,
and I didn’t want them to bear the burden of my sorrow..

It could not have been my optimism,
because that is one thing I do not have.
As my thoughts rarely strayed from pain,
there was no room for any happiness at all..

The only thing I can imagine,
seems obvious to me now.
I was so blinded by misery that I couldn’t see the light,
but now I know that it was God who got me through..