This was an exercise for repetition. I wanted to touch on something that was me, or happened to me. I try not to let it define me but here lately without my meds and therapist my thoughts are running rampant. Note: Possible trigger for others individuals. This one was for me and hit a personal aspect of my life I don’t talk about to hardly any one. I even wrote this as my husband slept next to me-wrote about what my ex-husband did.
I am the One Who…
I am the one who loved unconditionally.
I am the one who made excuses.
I am the one who deflected for the protection of others.
I am the one who kept things quiet.
I am the one who obeyed.
I am the one who disobeyed.
I am the one that bruised.
I am the one that bled.
I am the one who screamed ‘NO, you’re hurting me’ but he didn’t listen.
I am the one that hid pain.
I am the one that ran with my kids.
I am the one left with invisible scars.
I am the one that survived abuse.