An abuse survivor’s short poem about the power words have to hurt us, heal us, and help us move forward.
“She is my Mother. She birthed me and gave me life. And I will birth her into the next one.”
“Empty vessel, you’re in desperate need of filling, it says. Search. Yearn. Feel hollow. It’s deeper than you could ever reach. The demon just for me.”
“Some say we’re wired for selfishness. But what I did that night felt good—better than any self-indulgence. …Maybe we’re wired for kindness too.”