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I was accosted last night while in a hospital by an employee. I thought I would be safe there. These are my feelings.
You will not define me
You hurt me
You took an act of kindness
and turned it into
an act of terror
You hurt me
though there are no marks
the memory of your touch
was burned into my flesh
You hurt me
you gave me words of praise
then you used them
to make me less than a person
Still
You will not define me
You have lost
I am strong
I will keep loving
despite your attack
You have lost
I will cry
For the comfort I offered
Was lost in your aggression
You have lost
For I am me
and no one
can take that away
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FIrst of all, HUGS
I am sorry that had to happen to you, or anyone. it sounds like you have beaten him, in all ways. you refused him then, and now by not letting him define you.
I hope you will have no lasting effects from this hun. You, as most of us, have enough in our past to have no need of adding more
Teresa L.
Teresa L.
If there are lasting effects
then they will be my determination to be myself, and my knowledge that I survived and that is a sign of my strength.
What I wrote reflects how my fear was pushing me into being less, into not reaching out. But that is so not who I am. And I am finding strength in my anger. It keeps me moving.
I wrote the poem while getting my nails done the next day. I went out do do something for me because I was afraid to leave the house at all after that event. The anger gave me the ability for that act of defiance.
Love & Light,
Cassie Ellen
powerful poem of empowerment
I'm sorry for what happened to you, but I'm so proud for how you have responded.