It happened in a moment,
Something I couldn’t stop.
In that instant, my world broke,
From the pain of that awful shock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was left with pieces to pick,
Alone, hurt, and lost.
Carrying a weight so heavy,
Feeling like everything was my fault.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I didn\u2019t know who to tell,
Or if anyone would care.
Would they think it was my fault?
Would they judge me, would they stare?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shame wrapped around me tightly,
A secret I couldn’t hide.
The memory haunted my thoughts,
And all I wanted was to cry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But this is my story,
And I won\u2019t stay quiet.
I\u2019m more than what happened to me,
I\u2019ll rise above, I\u2019ll fight it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They took something from me,
But they didn\u2019t take my heart.
I\u2019m still here, still breathing,
And I\u2019m healing, part by part.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Some days are still hard,
Sometimes I still cry.
But I refuse to let this break me,
I\u2019m learning to hold my head high.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To anyone who\u2019s been through this,
I know your pain, I see your tears.
But you are not broken forever,
And your worth will always be clear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What happened wasn\u2019t your fault,
You didn\u2019t deserve that pain.
Your body, your mind, your soul,
None of it belongs to their shame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Some days will feel heavy,
The hurt will be hard to carry.
But you\u2019re stronger than you think,
And there are people who will help you, truly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Take time to heal at your pace,
There\u2019s no rush, no need to hurry.
You\u2019re allowed to feel, allowed to cry,
You don\u2019t have to bury your worry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I won\u2019t let the past control me,
I\u2019m taking back my life.
I survived, I\u2019m surviving,
And I will thrive despite the strife.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This body is mine,
And I claim it with pride.
They tried to break me,
But I stand tall, unbroken inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I survived, and so will you,
Because we\u2019re more than what was done.
Our spirits may be scarred,
But our journey has just begun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are strong, brave, and full of light,
No one can take that away.
So rise, dear survivor,
We\u2019ll find hope again someday.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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