i am not a victim

September 10, 2015

I remember only despondent thoughts filling my mind

I was only seven but these things last a lifetime

They say I was too young to understand

That he never meant to hurt me with his hands

I felt like I was in the dark

An endless labrinyth of twisting halls

I didn't know where to start

Though shrouded in darkness

I still held my color

That color of life, imagination, dreams

All I needed was to shine a little bit of light

To spark a revolution in my being

To see my true colors

And to bring those colors to the world

Rain will make flowers grow

And life will never give me seed that I can't sow

I emerge from my crissilis

Into the world of harsh light

And I knew I must struggle for my wings to take flight

My journey is far from over

And although struggle is such an understatement

I am not a victim

I am made of organs and bone wrapped up in skin

I am a brilliant mind shining when others can only see blackness

I am hope for those drowning in sorrows of the past

My voice will echo like thunder and my trial will be cast asunder

Until the dawn of a new day will rise and I will no longer hold tears in my eyes

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