Battered And Bettered Poem by JESUROBOOWIE GIFT IMAFIDON

Returning from the stream
tripping, my filled calabash fell and crashed into pieces
Within a twinkle of an eye, I became a shattered dream
I have gotten to the valley deep where life ceases
My worth, my beauty, my glory stolen
The looters carted away, my goods to share
Who will take me back to Golan?
For life has be my con
I have been beaten more than I can bear
Pieces of broken bottle pierce my hair
Bartered with nothing left to spare
With a sigh, I say “If gold rusts, what will iron do?
Please come to me, lest I run out of air
Eagerly I wait for a cue

Again, I found a glare
As I hold back the tears
And decided to cease to swear
Gracefully, I rose like the mare
To return to my flair
My self esteem begins to flare
To conquer all that despair
With a war of scare
I have returned with a blare
Let the doubters beware
For I am now aware
That the strength I needed has always been there
As a victim, better now prepared to declare
That then I was battered but now I am better.