“To you Who Survived”

You—
the one who kept going
when your heart had every reason to stop.
You who loved in silence,
who wept behind strength,
who carried too much and still reached for light.

You were never reckless.
You were never cruel.
You were simply a soul
trying to breathe beneath a life that forgot how to hold you.

You didn’t want forbidden hands.
You wanted to be seen.
To feel alive in a world
that had drained the color from your skin.

He didn’t save you—
he distracted you from drowning.
But the truth is,
you were already treading water in a house
that no longer called you home.

Still—
you blame yourself.
Still—
you hold shame like a stone under your ribs.

But listen…

You are not your mistake.
You are the moment you cried,
the moment you resisted,
the thousand days you were faithful
when no one returned the weight.

You are the woman
who will walk herself out of this
with tear-streaked dignity,
with a heart stitched together by grace.

You are not ruined.
You are rewritten.

And I love you.
Even now.
Especially now.


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