Hands of Courage

Hands of Courage

She did not feel courageous.

She did not feel fierce.

She had felt the hands of cruelty and experienced the touch of force.

From these hands and fingers, she found mistrust and suspicion.

For those who fell into those same hands, she advocated.

She fought.

She screamed.

She yelled.

She raised awareness to the survivors.

Other women brought strength to her.

Other women taught her that she needed to fight.

These women were strong.

These women were generous.

These women were heroes.

From helping others, she started to find her strength.

She never lost her kindness.

She needed to find her bravery.

The hands had not stolen it.

Her fearlessness was just hidden.

She needed to coax it back with standing up for those who had no voice like she.

She did not have a voice when she was young.

She could not use her voice to get rid of the hands.

Now, she had the strength and the boldness to fight for those that were voiceless.

She owed those women her life.

She owed those women everything.

Those women taught her how to be strong.

Those women taught her how to be courageous.

Now, she held courage instead if mistrust.

Now, she held kindness instead of suspicion.

Those women saved her.

They showed her the light instead of the darkness.

They gave her a purpose.

They gave her trust.

Those women are so many.

The girl is me.