My Abuser’s Victims
hurt where I hurt,
bleed where I bleed,
are scarred where I’m scarred.
We are mirror images of another.
There is so much power, beauty and strength in being you. Why be somebody else?
This time last year, I was like a foal trying to find its legs. Those legs are sturdy now and ready for the next round.
If tomorrow never comes, what will be today?