Becoming Resiliant

2020 SPC Reads winner

I close my eyes in the dark of the night, praying for change.

I am in a boat headed towards a brilliantly bright light.

My storm is here, thunder and rain representing my pain.

I must reach my lighthouse and to get there I must fight.

My boat is shaking, sinking, about to capsize.

I use my own hands, my own feet to steady my own boat and keep it upright.

Yet still, I am too heavy, I must remove this disguise.

I let go of my anger, I let go of what has traumatized.

As I reach the light, I know these wounds can be sutured.

In the midst of my storm I am now walking on water,

No longer will I allow abuse from my abuser.

I stand tall and take charge of my own future,

How did I not know I was always my own author?