They took my innocence at such a young age that I dreamed of climbing an apple tree and live like the squirrels.
They took my safety at such a young age that I wanted to live alone by a lake surrounded by cliffs so no one could find me, ever!
They took my choice to have my own interests at such a young age that I cringed when it came time for learning.
They took my esteem and infused it with shame, humiliation, and embarrassment at such a young age that I wanted to become, and often felt invisible.
They took all those innate things away at such a young age that my ability to have trust, faith, security, self-esteem, hope or “person-ness” was stripped away.
Until it wasn’t!
Now “They” don’t have power over me.
Yes, there are effects from the trauma, but I prevail.
I no longer dream of living like a squirrel hidden high in a tree.
I’m open and free, dreaming of the turquoise sea
wave after gentle wave rocking me to sleep.
The more I heal the happier I am.
And when I lose my footing and start to fall
I reach out and grip the strong hands
of the many who share their strength and love
with a “chin-up girlfriend, we’ll get through this!”
I believe it, I trust it, yes, trust.
My person-ness is in tack
never to be stripped away again.
“They” took me away, I took me back
and when I nod good-night to the stars
and wake to the brand new day
I look at my hands, unchained
and know that I have prevailed.
©Alexis Rose, Image source Pixabay”