I can walk out my door without wincing
I no longer look over my shoulder
I can smile without regretting it
and it doesn't hurt when they say "we told her"
The marks have faded on the surface
but a part of me remains scarred
my boys keep me grounded
they remind me of my worth
Sure,I may have "lost" the battle
but I survived
and with every ounce of pride I have left I crawl through the depths of despair
and I gasp my first breath of freedom as I break above to the surface
Sweet serenity
I have found myself again.
