As a child,
I sat upon my mother\'s bed,
dreaming of a beautiful wedding,
true love and a bundle of self essteem,
naive to the realities of war, rape, murder...
naive to the realities of life.
And then, as a young woman,
fourteen years of age,
I had a war with myself
over the attempted rape I had flung myself towards
which murdered who I was
and left me shattered,
broken upon the floor on which I had fell,
escaping my destiny.
As I grew, I ignored my past,
relying upon self harm;
depression growing as I was taught
to hate myself for who I was;
for who I\'d be tomorrow, and the day after...
for who I\'d always been.
Only as heartache fell did I realize
that he, who I trusted more than anything,
was WRONG and I had every right
to live, to love, to learn;
I had every right to be alive.
Now, here I sit,
in love with my soulmate,
dreaming once more of true love
and my own perfect wedding...
entering my last year of highschool
and the rest of my life.
Only, this time, I know of the tradegies
of war, rape, murder, LIFE
and I can say with my heart,
and tears streaking my face
that I will survive
and you, you will, as well.
