*Trigger Warning*
I was a good victim
Compliant and scared
My cup runneth over
With empathy and compassion
One more chance
You had a hard life
I understood
You didn’t mean it
That your hands
Your words
Your body
Hurt me, scarred me
And you were so sorry
So very sorry
And you won’t do it again
Because you love me
I was a bad victim
I fought back
And spoke up
And said stop
And said no more chances
You had a hard life
But that was no excuse
To use that pain
To cause pain
To hurt with your hands
And your words
And your body
You died
And that did not erase
Everything you did
But it was over…mostly
I was a bad survivor
Carrying shame
And guilt
Shoving it all down
Not feeling anything
Digging my own grave
I am a good survivor
Examining wounds
To heal
And not sorry for
Not being so very sorry
I am coming back to me
-agk, 3/21/2021
“You can let the darkness swallow you whole, locking yourself in its hold, or you can be the light, defying the lies as you stand bright.”
―Kaylee Stepkoski
Photo by Kira Whitney Photography
If you’re just joining me: I’m a survivor of complex trauma and am on my healing journey. I share openly and candidly of my experiences with child abuse, neglect, sexual assault, teen pregnancy (and teen marriage), domestic violence, and all the complicated living that comes with it, alongside the beauty that is life. This whole blog comes with a TRIGGER WARNING. Almost everything I share is pretty much stream of consciousness writing. I am not a doctor or counselor (but I am a trauma informed coach and advocate). What’s with the tiara? Watch This!
