I still have those…dark kind of days.

Still I struggle in moments to find my own way.

Healing a heart is a journey of self love and care.

Stripping the layers built in painful years.

Broken pieces in memory and sometimes they are what I see.

Fear and doubt always at the ready, but I keep my focus level and steady.

There’s a part of me angry for what was done.

A part of me lost in wanting to escape and run.

A part of me full of tears and confusion.

A part of me disbelieving the convincing illusions.

A part of me only thinking of healing.

A part of me avoiding the way I’ve been feeling…

A part of me slowly learning the truth behind the lies.

A part of me still a child, helpless and alone as she cries.

A part of me empowered to create a life that is mine.

A part of me conditioned to smile and pretend everything is fine.

A part of me hopeful for a future ahead.

A part of me fighting the depression and reliving every act you committed and every word you ever said.

But I won’t ever stop trying.

At thirteen I wasn’t afraid of dying.

Healing only became possible when I stopped denying.

There’s a life to live after surviving.

 

 

Posted by:Lauren Kim

🦋 I write my own stories, breathing in life & love by my heart's endless daydreams.

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