My life was a hot mess.

The daily abuse

Left me in spirit

Alone and confused.

Five years of this stuff

Was more than enough

To reshape my person

And turn me to mush.

I struggled to function

At most basic tasks.

My mind would be whirling

At questions folks asked.

Removed from the nightmare,

I’m healing right now.

It’s slow and a process.

I’m not sure quite how.

Three weeks have gone by.

It is all so fresh

So I write to compose

My thoughts and de-stress.

Writing is something

I’ve always done well

It gives me an outlet

For stories to tell.

Writing a poem

Is daunting to me

But I thought I would try-

It helped me break free.