I am more then the lies that he told me, more then the words that he said
I am good for more then making men happy and lying on my back in that bed
I am more then this pain, anguish, and hurt that upon me he placed
I will no longer allow my mind, body, and spirit within his power to be disgraced
I am more then the weight of my world, guilt, and shame that I carry
I am digging through this dirt to find my soul to quickly unbury
I've slowly reopened up my wounds, unraveled my secrets for the world to see
Bleeding them out through my words to kind ears and I allowed it strengthen me
I am grieving and mourning but no longer being swallowed up by my past
I will become more then these flashbacks and memories that continue to last
I am more then my sad days, my failures, set backs, and tears
One day no longer will I be controlled by my minds possession of so many fears
I am more then some victim, and that broken damaged little thing
I can now find joy in this world, be uplifted, my heart can begin to sing
This is a diary about me, about my life, and about the abuse that I suffered. I write not for pity or attention. I write to find my voice and shed light on issues that are too often kept locked away in darkness, deep in the minds of their victims. I have held my secrets for too long, so I share them with you now, both friends and strangers so I can ease some of the weight that i carry on these shoulders.
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That is very powerful! :)Hugs
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