I am damaged but not broken.
I have pride in myself, am humbled by love.
I weep for the child I was, for what was done to me.
But I do not weep for the person I have become.
I am haunted by my nightmares, have fears few understand.
They come in the dead of night, unforgiving and unyielding.
They are a source of terror and strength.
I am scarred but can still find traces of beauty.
I am determined, stubborn but will listen to those around me.
I weep for the unstable youth I was, but don't regret the choices I made.
Physical pain is a minor distraction yet a harsh word from my lover is crippling.
I jump at loud noises, carry a knife at all times and sleep soundly when surrounded by friends.
My dreams are simple, they comfort me in my waking hours.
They bring peace and hope.
I am a tired soul with the emotional stability of a child.
I have been beaten and scarred, gone through hell to save those I love.
I have seen too much, I understand how and why people can be so cruel.
Kindness confuses me, selflessness is baffling and I know it exists.
I am the dark half of a whole, I bring practicality and cruelty.
Shadows linger, haunt me at night but I have found a measure of peace.
I have wept for my child self, but I will not regret.
I am stronger for all my pain and am proud of the person I am.
I am damaged but not broken, am scarred but still handsome.
I will live my life with an unbowed back and a skewered sense of honor.
Life is change and only we can direct the path.
The future is waiting.