My life is but a million strokes.
I sift through my chronicles
In different complexities of events,
Colors,
Symbolism.
Disparity.
God, Grant me normalcy.
Creative consciousness,
Grant me strength.
Strength to get through a lifetime of flashbacks,
Of resiliency to past events.
Grant me the strength to never forget my past,
But help me grow from it.
Allow me to be unscathed by the man who may have tried to kill me.
Allow me to see that I am stronger than my batterers.
My abusers.
The men who have taken
and taken
and taken
and will never give back.
Who know nothing of the pain they cause,
Who sit in a smoldering shit of ignorance.
Amen.
