4 years ago. September 24, 2019 at 11:27 PM
Moments from the past are still there. They no longer cut like small knives. I am numb to the pain they caused. My tears have dried, my nightmares have disappeared. The girl I was is no longer me. I am a survivor of abuse, but the abuse does not define who I will be. I am stronger now than I was yesterday. Now there is only tomorrow and the days that follow. The moments of happiness to come. Now I am the smiles that will tickle my lips. The sparkle that will appear in my eyes. The giggle that will dance from my mouth and float in the wind. I will be the woman who twirls, so her skirt swirls, and brushes around her legs in the same carefree manner l vow to live life. I am healed. I am happy. I am beautiful. I am whole again.
