Survivor Story
To Be Honest
had to let my tears dress me some days
sexual and physical abuse were a movie
could not bear to repeat the scenes
thought I would stay bound by triggers
trying to make tricks with my body, but
my name means brave, so I chose to
rock my figure to sleep every night and
allow prayers plus praise for fresh rest
not wait on healing, just take charge
hand in hand, turned health into my
baby, light draws me without the dark
living inside, mend every mess away
through love, to be honest, I still feel
beguiled, bewildered, betrayed when
those immature boys trading sound
decisions for trifling temptations
had to bring their insecurities on
this being, this human, yet to be honest,
I somehow can smile, they do not
define my character, my chart has changed,
to be honest, I continue to have
hope, since I know where my help comes
from, healing has been a journey and
the joy in my soul is everlasting.
