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,
trust men again,
speak out against injustice,
& tell my story, in the hopes that I can free someone else.
There is hope.