sjsprWriting

I have been to the depths

of me, where a woman becomes a child again

where space regains sound

and the strongest monsters lie in shadows.

I have been where you most fear to be.

I have confronted my reflection

She did not look up but

Covered what she could.

I have taken note

Of every scar, bruise, and bump

every mark stretched, every patch discolored

There is a story unfolding here,

It sings “you have lived”.

I have decided,

I am beautiful.

I have been where you most fear to be.