I wrote this in my diary a week or so ago, and I’ve been meaning to post it since then:

it hurts so bad but i can and will endure. i am deeper and stronger than the violence or the shame or my father’s twisted little games. i am a tree. i am a snake, an egg, a golden swan. i am ice and snow and change. i am spring’s green pull to the surface. i am the ocean, depths and sparkling surface at once. i am the goddess and i can assume a thousand forms, a thousand retreats and transformational havens in the face of violence, a maiden turned to tree, seeds hard and concealed ‘neath soil in winter’s razing spite. i am the goddess and i am reborn in a thousand ways under the sun’s warm kiss, seeds sprouting green and vibrant, bark turned supple and vulnerable once more, able to feel the sweet breeze beneath my toes, secrets unearthed, monsters welcomed home and made whole by love love love, the safe touch of a friend’s hand encircling my own. i am the goddess and i can not only live through hell; i can make flowers blossom there.

Tags: childhood sexual abuse, empowerment, goddess, healing, incest, pagan, resistance, transformation, trauma