I Grieve With You

I wrote this poem in a healthy safe mindset, as more of a comfort to those who are going through a struggle that I’ve been able to relate to at one point in my life. I have so much love for the women in my life who have raised me, empowered me, and helped me heal. If you ever need to talk to someone please reach out to your loved ones or know that it’s okay to use your resources. I’m going to leave the hotline for the National Sexual Assault Hotline 1-800-656-4673. Never feel weak for reaching out for help and building your support system.

I understand why she cut her hair so that he couldn't grab it.

I get why she drinks herself to sleep, the nightmares are so graphic.

I accept her even though she is unfriendly to every stranger,

and I ache for the girl who repented thinking a higher being could save her.

I grieve with her, I scream with her, I too can feel that anger.

I battle a misplaced resentment not protecting myself from danger.

I was revived by a sisterhood of women, each one living my pain.

We do the best that we can to survive, we've given up on staying sane.