battle

We are not our trauma.
We were not made by the gentle hands that turned into vise grips and closed fists.
We are not the gaslight anthems that our loved ones used as lullabies.
We are not the violence or the lash of harsh words carved into our skin.

We are not the battle.
We are the victors.

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I’m Kim, the writer behind the curtain so to speak. I read and review books, write poetry, and sometimes write blogs about my life.