Your Loss
“your trauma doesn’t define you”
my trauma does not define me
only if i allow it to
if i allow the shadows to envelope me into their embrace
only if i allow myself to fall through their makeshift clouds
becoming a part of the world
that was created for me
from the many tears shed
from the “you never say i love you”
from the hugs never received
from the touches i couldn’t understand
from the secrets i swore to keep
only then
only then
only then will my trauma mean my name
only then
will the calling of isabelle
drive my stories through their closed drawers
forcing themselves to be seen in the light
only then do i become interchangeable
the separation of me and what was unfolded unto me
ceasing to exist
then and only then
will my trauma define me
“your trauma doesn't define you”
this i now know to be true
as my trauma is not a reflection of my accomplishments
my smile
or the laughter that rings out from my throat
when my friends are within my presence
it is not a reflection of my passions
it does not define me
who i've become
it is but a flower
one that must be treated with care
allowed to blossom and explore
but it does not create the whole bouquet
it co-exists with all the other flowers
each individual one creating a maze of colors, patterns
all equating to me
isabelle
my trauma does not define me
i win
your loss
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