By Alex Berthelot
i have cried a thousand rainstorms
trying to purge you from my memory.
i have walked thousands of miles in fear,
each step, a prayer to forget your name.
and i have spoken too many words that went unheard,
how many different ways can one ask for help?
because i think i ran out.
afraid to take another another breath,
i froze in perpetuated silence.
the silence you forced me into.
you might have broken me,
but i taught myself to navigate the night.
and you might have taught me to fear
but i taught myself to fight.
i have cried a thousand rainstorms,
but now i let the rain revive me.
and i have walked thousands of miles in fear,
but now i’m running towards safety,
and i spoke too many words that went unheard,
but i am defiant and i will make you hear me.
this is where my feet find ground.
and this is where my words find sound.
you may have stolen years from my life,
so may the years to come be full of light.