The irritant, the abuse, the assault slipped into my home, my soul.
I could run or I could look to myself, my stronger core. My story is worthwhile if it helps others avoid the traps and the violence.
I”m not sure how my stories may end violence, but I am willing to speak and be part of the chorus that sings to the masses.
I find a place for my story so that it does not became an impoverished chant, repeated over and over to silent ears. I will replace my pity, my role as victim with empowerment and guidance for all.
Like a doctor treating bones, I will mend my breaks with laster and my scars will make me stronger.
I share my words as I would with my younger self, if only someone had done this for me. I am not looking for comfort, I am looking for action!