You underestimated The power of one’s mind The strength and courage Empowered with a force Too strong for you I am here, standing free Living proof, I made it Telling a truth that you dread Naming and shaming All freely and without fear Mind and conscience Clean, guilt-free, and driven

Flying solo with a Hearts happy dance Seasons of foreverness You created a weakless Lass from the north Someone who lives In nobodies shadow Despite your best efforts To weaken her soul The lass from the north is Flying solo with a Reason to carry on

Was you Not me A child I was An adult I grew to be A hot mess Created by Trauma, you see Chaos embroiled Flitting here And there Relationships Off and on Trust and fear Based within My existence Yet a feeling Of none existence No longer A hot mess She once was This poem was created for our weekly poetry battle over on Twitter. The prompt for this battle was ‘ Hot mess’

She’s slowly Re-capturing Her life in Full throttle She crashed She burned Yet that didn’t Keep her down Nor did it stop her She is but perfect Though powerful In this, here Powerless world Of utter chaos

Memories eroding From her imprisoned mind Like threads of paper Strewn into oxygen-filled air Little scribbles A constant reminder Of each slap or Word spat out at her In hatred or desperation A need to push the Memories further away To save her from Her thinking's

Trigger warning — Mentions of abuse I look back For a moment To remember A fear you embedded So deep inside of me I’d need a chisel To chip away As to free my soul You took from me Moments lost Each beating Each time you Forced yourself Upon me Lost me time And innocence The scars on my soul Unhealed Your words of vileness Like a knife Cut through Each layer Of my being I look back For a moment To try and forget How each of you Made me feel In all those moments I look back