I have the tendency to see memories with rose colored glasses
I forget how heavy my heart felt
The way my throat stung red
That is the reason I forgive I think
To mask painful trying to soothe
My brokenness
I kick myself for it sometimes
The way I can be harmed so violently
And still make sure my abusers needs are taken care of
sometimes I think
How magical
I'm the girl who can see stars in the night
When all others see is darkness
But what use is it building bridges?
When it's built on my own back
When I am left carrying the survivors burden and the abusers shame
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Moonlight ( A collection of poems)
PoetryMy collection of recent poetry and older poems as well. Updated sporadically :) Contains mature topics
