Three Years Ago

I wrote a poem 3 years ago
And only reread it now
My eyes started welling up with tears
I could taste the salt in my mouth.

I felt the burn on my wrist
From the scars I used to plant
The pain I once wrote down
Now seeps back again

The poem was about 'him'
The guy that stole my innocence,
He took away everything,
He made me helpless.

And its only just now,
When I read back over that poem,
That I truly do know,
That he took everything I once held,

My Pride and courage,
My happiness and faith,
He stole my living world,
And left me to the knife.

I don't self harm anymore,
No longer do scars decorate my arms,
No longer do I cry at night,
No longer do I see his face.

But when I wrote that poem,
A short 3 years ago,
I never thought I'd cry,
When I reread that just today.

It shows how far I've come,
To now say I have courage,
Built my pride back up,
And have finally dropped the mask.

The pain I felt was real,
But it hit me hard to see,
That 3 years ago I doubted
If I would make it to my 18th.

And I made it...
And its real...
And I'm happy...
And its true...

So now I'm proud.
I made it through the worst,
When I once thought I couldn't rise,
I'm now on top of the world.

(C) Lucy Green