Again, this one is for a friend, and I am hoping she will know this is for her.  In truth it is for anyone who has come back from this; we judge ourselves too much.

Sad haunted eyes

Spirit splintered grin

Just a breath from tears

Fight the pain within

Wild child fury

Rage against the past

Hold onto the hope

Those memories won’t last

Somehow this spank and sting

Is different from the fist

A pain you can control

The choice is yours not his

When you gaze at your reflection

Judge your choices; can’t forgive

You rescued yourself from terror

And found the strength to live