I have fallen deep with a gap around me
Clouded memories
make me wonder
if they truly cared.
I have been independent
since I was their kind kid,
doing things
to make them proud
and satisfied.
But it never occurred to me
that everything
was just false hope
left behind.
I was once blinded by lies,
unable to see
beyond my own ability.
All the skills and scars
on my body,
I have seen
in my mirror dreams.
Yet I learned more
than the exhaustion
of what was heard and seen.
Though forgiveness was given
for all the damage done,
it has become the past
and turned into something
that pushes me forward.
Through all the things
hoped and wished for —
freedom —
I know
strength is needed
for this.
Will there ever be a moment
where truth is heard,
where expression rises
without fear?