Hey,
Since the last time you were here.
I have grown.
I'm like a tree, trees grow, and so do I.
The last time I saw you I was weak.
You took advantage of me.
I was weak and cold and thin and falling apart. Just like a tree in the winter, with no leaves or fruit to keep its branches warm.
But now my leaves are green.
I wave my arms as the breeze runs through my hair.
I am like a tree, You can see how much it has grown.
My rings of growth are on my wrists and legs.
They won't disappear, they will fade, but they are here.
And they prove my growth.
Did you know that starting from the last time you touched me.
Seven years from then, I will be myself again.
The cells in my body are different.
They are clean, new.
Untouched by you.
Seven years.
Seven years may be a long time, but it's good to know that there are parts of me that are now untouched by your hands.
It's good to know that I'm healing.
I'm going to be okay.
The next time you see me, I will tremble in the wind.
But I won't fall, I will stay standing
I have people who care.
Who love Me.
Despite what you did.
Despite that I didn't have a voice.
I will stand.
Soon I will be strong enough to withstand even the harshest of winds.
I will speak again.
I will heal.
It's going to be okay.
