The Once Broken Woman

There's pain with every step I take that makes me question if it was my mistake. The vivid memories of the horrid day where my dignity was ripped away replays in my mind with each cringing moment of the day. I've been strong; I've been weak. I've been loved; I've been betrayed. I've now been torn down and broken. I've now been used and abused. But I've also been changed. I now begin a journey of growth that I can handcarve into a sculpture of beauty made out of the broken pieces of a once strong, once weak woman. The old me is gone but a new me will rise and when she does she will be the most unique piece of art that has arose from a pile of shattered pain. The pain will always be remembered, for it will be what she is made from, but the beauty and strength holding that pain together will be so glorious it will outshine every ounce of pain she has ever endured. I idol this woman that I will be and I will not let that be ripped away from me.