The bashing storm in my head
The accusing finger at my temples
The wisdom of knowing their falsehood
Getting out of bed is a struggle
Facing a new day with a smile is a struggle
Fighting for my identity is a real battle
I am not a disappointment
I am not a half way wonder
I am fiercely and freely living
With all good intentions,
he can’t rescue her.
He shouldn’t.
He couldn’t.
Because
she is not a victim.
She is a victor
capable of fighting her own battle
and wearing the winning crown.
Yesterday and further away
I heard the blame
I grew anxious
Today I hear the accusation
I grow angry
Maybe today
I am no longer the she
who was in denial of
being treated disrespectfully
and
accused with contempt
Maybe today
The veil falls off
and
I see the truth
for the first time
so
the righteous anger
rises in me
and
I am no longer afraid
Flicker of Thoughts 