She was so young,
to have her innocence ripped from her like it was.
She saw monsters in real life,
she was so brave.
She was called a liar,
and a burden,
yet she found the resilience to
speak her truth.
She could not trust those who should protect her,
still, she was silently hopeful.
Hopeful that life would eventually begin for her,
and she would be able to bloom into herself,
and shine as she was meant to.
I don’t remember much about that little girl;
the memories of her life
lost in the disconnections of my traumatized mind and body.
But I know that she existed.
I know that she is me,
I know that we are healing –
because I am here now.
written by Shanon
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