Dear 2017,

Dear  2017,

You have branded me with the real meaning of:

Pain

Love

Struggle

And Freedom

I had no idea that the 1st of January

Would bring me to the lowest place I’ve ever been in my life.

Memories replaying in my mind, that I tried so hard to swallow

I can still hear the words he whispered in my ear.

Promising comfort & pleasure, but only receiving the feeling of defeat.

As if my screams weren’t loud enough

As if my body was speaking a foreign language, he could not understand.

I thank God

That even though rebellion had my tongue tied,

Refusing to say a word to him.

He covered me in grace, revealing the road of redemption.

You have given me time to learn myself a little more intimately.

Reminding myself of the voids I kept filling with the wrong things.

I was my own worst enemy.

2017,

You’ve proven to me that pain is strength,

Love is patient,

Struggle is victory,

Forgiveness is freedom