This poem is dedicated to all survivors.
By Nathan Corliss
You could have let what happened to you destroy you.
In fact, no one would have blamed you if you did.
Since an apology would be an admission of guilt, you have the lingering torment of not being begged for forgiveness by all involved parties as you rightly should be.
Many people follow this darkness and commit 30 year suicide through cirrhosis or pills.
Not you though.
Your strength is in your ability to bend. Like bamboo in a storm you rock and sway dramatically but never break.
Don’t despise your self-righteous protectors who bark about justice, but have no teeth.
They want what’s best for you, yet they’re somehow blind to how their calls for justice and lingering spite act as cattle prod reminders not allowing you to move on.
Yet you persist. Weary, yes. Sometimes troubled.
But, you are brave.
You are strong.
You are my hero.