He held me.

He caressed me.

He knew me.

He cared about me.


But then he didn't.

Then he remembered that he wanted more,

& so he acted on the more that he wanted.


A year later, my body can remember, my heart still aches & my mind is consumed.


My tendency is to live in bondage to the lies & hurt & fears & anxiety. 

But I am reminded that I don't have to live in bondage. 


I am learning, through God's grace, 

to dance in freedom, 

face fears,

trust men again, 

speak out against injustice, 

& tell my story, in the hopes that I can free someone else.


There is hope.