I move forward.
The fog of depression is clearing.
I am face to face with myself.
I see the shame, pain, fear, guilt, deceit, molestation, and machinations.
It’s not pretty, but it’s my journey.
I can finally heal, for I know where I am.
I am breaking off the chrysalis of what I went through.
So take heart, dear me, you are already halfway there.
I am coming forth, a butterfly.
I am a phoenix rising from the ashes of my brokenness.