walking through the hell of memory
I won’t be tied down by –
memory of your
ugly acts.
My body won’t be wrecked
just because you –
desecrated it
violated it
damaged it.
All these wounds of mine –
they are mine to claim.
I will make beautiful art
with them.
I will walk through the hell of my memory
barefoot
slowly.
because the only way out is –
straight through.
And I will emerge –
alive,
stronger,
more powerful.
I will emerge –
Healed.
khulud 24.1.2018
