POEM OF COURAGE

When Manipulation Is Wrapped in Kindness

Sometimes people are good at slyly creating your triggers, then acting like the kind-hearted hero to save you and prey on your dependence on them, again.

The passing years have given me tools To heal or to relapse My survival kit was stocked and ready When a device is crafted to hold me back My Go bag is snatched How do I leave unprepared

The triggers were presented quietly With a tug for compassion When pain is so close, I must help Moving closer, I see the layer unpeeling Am I ready or strong enough Why am I questioning if I can do it alone

I see the comparison from a side view mirror I don’t want to look, so why am I taunted Is it to bring me back to when I was weak When I needed the other to stand me up I have changed when others stay still The woman you taunt left her shadow behind

I won’t let my layers peel or me regress Wrapped them in sunshine seeping into my core Stocked the first aid and recovery kit for my soul Grabbed my shield of faith and fortitude My bravery doesn’t need a badge My heart rejoices as my story continues

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