A man tried to rape me.
It broke me.
I was sent away while he was allowed to stay.
It broke me.
My mom and brother died.
It broke me.
I was accused of only caring about her money.
It broke me.
I was told I was selfish in my grief.
It broke me.
I was told the one person who would let me grieve was bad.
It broke me.
I lost the close relationship I had with my dad.
It broke me.
I was mentally and emotionally abused by my spouse.
It broke me.
I am no longer that broken person.
I am gathering up the pieces.
I am sealing it with gold.
I am stronger and more valuable because I was broken.
I will never be the same.
I am better.
2 comments:
Dang, girl. This is powerful. I love reading this - the end, that is. I am thankful to have been able to watch your strength and tenacity. I'm happy you're happy, now.
Thank you! I'm not big into poetry, but this one came to me one day. I just felt right to get it out there.
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