Returning to Myself

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A poem about surviving, healing and growing. We are more than our pasts.

Submitted: June 27, 2018

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Returning to Myself

 

I was shrouded

in a mist of fairy tales

and daydreams

before I knew safety no more.

Before solid fists and

violent voices,

I ran wild through the forest.

I was unencumbered.

I was without scars.

I was your daughter.

 

And then I wasn’t.

 

The fire in my belly

froze,

the world, my world,

grew cold around me.

You left me to wander

without a coat,

wonder

what I'd done wrong,

told me to speak when

I had nothing to say.

You became a stranger.

 

You forced me to watch you,

lies upon lies,

and abused me to silence,

convinced me that I deserved it,

that everyone had bruises to cover.

I was punished

for being too smart.

I could never please you.

 

I remember a time before that, too.

I remember wild walks

through half-made houses,

exploring future homes

before mine was broken,

before everything was broken.

I thought I was broken

because of you.

 

But you were wrong,

and it was bloody,

the battle I fought

to keep what I knew,

to keep the pieces of me

I once lost to you.

But I am regaining my strength,

I am re-becoming myself,

and I can feel my soul

testing its wings again.

Your reign won’t last long now.

 


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