Maybe she was free this whole time, yet never knew it. Maybe she was always whole alone, even though she desired someone to complete her. Maybe every time someone left, it guided her back to her truest self. Maybe under the continuing trauma, abuse, and shame, she found every single part of who she always needed. Maybe every time she almost died, she rose from the ashes only burning stronger and wiser, even though it still left massive marks of grief upon her soul. Maybe every time she thought she would not make it, she was the one who did. Maybe each part of her story is a continuing piece of love-scarred armor she wears daily, in hopes that one day, she finally feels safe enough with someone to take it off. Maybe she never will. Maybe until then, she stays safe, sacred, and secure in who she finally is after it all. Maybe she is the hero she never knew she had. Maybe she is me.
- RKD
03-06-25