i can not control
those who abuse me
i cant not control
the pain
i can not control
my misery
i cant not control
the past
but i still live
i still exist
despite it all
i still flourish
i always thought
the point of my life
was to get revenge
to burn
all of them
who used me
to burn them in my head

but now i realize
i can tell my story
because life
is like a book
with words
constantly being written
and the story
of your life
has to be told

it is an awe
that i am alive