Afraid, alone, ugly, dirty, weak, and Hopeless,
Always looking over my shoulder.
Running always running, Terrified.
Hiding within myself, the ground beneath me always falling away.
Huddled in a corner in the darkness. I’m a Victim.
Then a subtle light Growing ever stronger it’s Unconditional Love,
Selfless caring, Friendship.
Feeling stronger, loved, coming out of my shell,
Finding Hope washing myself clean
With the steadfast warmth of light
And togetherness of others that love
And acceptance of me for me.
No longer running.
Standing tall and teaching from the past.
See Me I am Strong, I am Beautiful,
I AM A SURVIVOR
Trisha's Nook 