Who am I?

I am broken.

I am scared.

I close my eyes and I hear the screams.

I feel the sting of his hand meeting my face.

I fly backward as his fist makes contact with my gut and all of the wind leaves my body.

Who am I?

According to him I am nothing.

According to him I am fat.

I am stupid.

I am lazy.

According to him I will never become anything.

I contemplate … “Is this life worth living?”

I am forever sentenced to live in hell.  

So who am I?

Yes I am, broken.

I am scared.

But that is not all that I am.

That is NOT what defines me.

I am strong.

I am courageous.

I am intelligent.

I am worth being, worth loving -

I am worth it.

I am special and one of a kind.

I have a meaning and a purpose.

Yes I am broken and scared, but that is only part of a whole -

And it is the part that makes me stronger.