I am not what happened to me.
I survived the abuse and it
Forged the reckless kindness in me.
I am not what happened to me.
Harassment and sleepless nights
Turned into art, catharsis.
I am not what happened to me.
Your addictions will not drag me
Back to the hell I clawed out of.
Maybe I am what happened to me, but
I know better now, I can work on the
Bad habits that clung to me. The
Cycle ends with me.
Powerful repetition; especially with the turn at the end… “Maybe I am what happened to me, but / I know better now,”
I think this may be one of my favorites from the marathon. I’m so glad you like it!