A spec of dirt is all you see,
while staring blankly back at me.
Your hands carry all of my keys,
my inner strength sets my mind free.
My self-esteem crawled through pure hell,
no one heard my screams, cries, or yells.
I stood back up and said farewell,
learning to fight hard for myself.
Now my presence carries strong rain,
while haunting guilts torments your brain.
My loss was never for your gain,
it only served to provide pain.
I have erased my former mold,
I regained all my self-control,
I truly hope you clear your soul,
I do not want you to feel cold.
One sunny day you may feel ease,
absolving guilt, while on your knees.
Closing both eyes, finding great peace
so your past trauma can release.
Forgiving you makes me feel right,
and helps me sleep soundly at night.
Tough lessons fly, turn dark skies light
touching the stars then twinkling bright.
– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy