I’m getting older now.
20 years old.
Soon to be engaged.
Sooner to be a wife.
You wouldn’t think that I would get this far would you?
To be living, loving, forgiving, and forgetting.
There are still closet doors I do not open tho.
Still things I don’t tell anyone not even myself.
One, because I did not think it was real.
Two, because how could someone ever do that to a child?
And three, I was so ashamed of even thinking about that.
I’ve only told one person in my entire life.
But they still love me despite what you said.
Im not angry or sad.
Or ashamed or *****.
God made me new, God healed my brokenness.
So I guess that means you lost?
I’m smirking from afar.
As you now live with the shame and fear and doubt.
Fearing the same monsters in your dark closet.