I’m free from you! You broke me!I ache and the tears roll down my face. My face and eyes are swollen and red. My heart aches. You said, I was a witch. Why did you want me to burn on a stick? I bought you everything and paid for you to survive. I did my best for you but you still beat me while I cried. Why did you do that to me? My hurt is broken. My mind is crazy and I’m so confussed. You did this this to me for one of the last times. Why did you kick me, beat me, chase me with a knife…Why? I thought you were going to kill me but I survived.
My breathing is heavy, I feel warm inside, my legs are tingling, there’s tears in my eyes and my chest is tight but I’m breathing beacause I’m ALIVE. With fast movements I flinch and if a truck like yours passes I want to hide. I don’t need to cover my bruises anymore and lie.You put a gun to my head, fractured my ribs, wrist and facial bones but guess what I’m still alive. You burned my clothes but why did you burn my family pictures? Now my granpaerents have died.
I’m free from you I breathe are without you in it. I can enjoy myself without punishment. I attend therapy from the trauma I endured from you. I’m growing and living by taking one precious minute at a time. My ideal image of a perfect goal is one that is free of abuse. With my healing and increased education, I will volunteer as a Advocate for Domestic Violence.