there are those who read “survivor” and instead only see only hear “victim” who deem me “damaged” incapable of a “normal” life there are days

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
there are those who read “survivor” and instead only see only hear “victim” who deem me “damaged” incapable of a “normal” life there are days
I am reminded that there are those who read the label “survivor” and instead only see only hear “victim” who will deem me “damaged” incapable
I was reminded today that there are those who read the label “Survivor” and instead only see only hear “Victim” Who will deem me “damaged”
secrets she had been keeping mostly from herself weighed her down crushed her like boulders hung from a yoke across her shoulders as if chains designed
I was reminded today that there are those who read the label “Survivor” and instead only see only hear “Victim” Who will deem me “damaged”
secrets she had been keeping mostly from herself weighed her down crushed her like boulders hung from a yoke across her shoulders as if chains designed
I was reminded today that there are those who read the label “Survivor” and instead only see only hear “Victim” Who will deem me “damaged”
Secrets she had been keeping Mostly from herself Weighed her down Crushed her Like boulders hung from a yoke across her shoulders Like chains designed