Not Broken

My history has led me

To believe that I am broken.

My history has led me

To believe that I am never safe.

My story is that of a little girl

Born into the world

To parents who could not express love...

Because they too,

felt broken,

Because they too,

felt unsafe.

And so the little girl

Quickly learned to hide away,

Gained the gift of silent feet,

And even reveled in invisibility.

She had done her best

To become a Nobody.

No one could yell

Or scream at you

If you were a Nobody.

No one could strike

Or whip a Nobody.

It was safer

To be a Nobody,

Than a Somebody.

But....

Now this girl is yearning to be seen.

Now this girl is yearning to be heard.

Now this girl is yearning to be Somebody.

And yet...

There are still times where

She feels too unsafe to be heard,

And feels

Too broken to be seen.

For what if,

She and I finally take off

The invisibility cloak,

And everyone turns away?

So I am doing my best

To assure her

To assure myself

That we are NOT broken

And we ARE safe.