What does it mean to be a survivor?
I am one who has walked through fire
And back again with hidden wounds.
I’ve seen the darkest nights
Full of pain, consumed with shame.
I’ve been thankful for the brighter days When hope prevails.
Blocking out the years
Of hurtful memories.
To see these tears falling
Like they never fell before,
I ask, “Why?”
I thought I was
Stronger than my own convictions
That I could forget it all.
And yet,
I didn’t understand
What true healing meant
Until the light came through
Then I knew.