At 10, my parents divorced.
Left alone with no one to hold.
Self-reliance was to be forced,
Because there was no one to uphold.

At 13, I met a new buddy.
Thinking he could be trustworthy.
But he broke my valued trust,
When he ripped my shirt and pants.

At 18, I worked as a waitress,
Wore fitted blouse and short skirt,
Body harassed freely by monsters,
Nothing to do but to wipe those tears.

At 19, I suffered androphobia and had nightmares.
What did I do wrong in my previous self?
Why me?, I questioned myself.
As tears rolled down my bared face.

But despite having an unfortunate life,
I still learned to breathe and fight.
Continued my existence and faced fright,
Believing I still have a brighter life.

Now, I've been living for 25 years.
Reminiscing those past memories.
Thinking of my astounding bravery,
Because I am able to live freely.


© MidnightArt24

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