It was not my fault

It was not your fault.
You are not to blame for the abuse and atrocities you suffered at their hands.

It was their fault and the fault of every other adult that they brought into your circle of horrors

They were big,
And you were little.
They were in control.
You were not in control.
You could never have imagined
Nor created
The brutality and inhumanity
They brought into your life.

There was no escape.
They locked you into a mental prison
And reminded you
That your very survival depended on them.

They were the monsters under your bed
And hidden in your closet.
They were your worst nightmare
Come to life.

You could not have dreamt
Those heinous acts
Into being.
You could not have imagined the
Abominable and ruthless acts
You were forced to endure.

No. It was not your fault.

You were an innocent pink baby born into darkness.
You were a little girl, bright and shining, plunged into the depths of hell.
You were a girl, smart and beautiful, forced to hold onto nothing and still live.
You were a young adult, terrified and alone.

They did this.
You own no blame.
You grew up into me.
I’m a strong and brave warrior.
You don’t have to protect me or yourself
By constantly remembering.
They did the terrible things
And they are not here.
I am the Warrior Queen,
Surrounded by warrior friends.
I will wage the battles if necessary.
You are my princess,
Free to rest quietly,
Free to delight in music,
Free to romp with the fairies in the garden.
You are free.
The door to your prison is open
And you do not need to go back.
I’ve picked up every tattered piece of your heart and soul,
And healed you into the Warrior Queen.

It was not your fault.
You are not to blame for the abuse and atrocities you suffered at their hands.
It was their fault and the fault of every other adult that they brought into your circle of horrors
They were big,
And you were little.
They were in control.
You were not in control.
You could never have imagined
Nor created
The brutality and inhumanity
They brought into your life.
There was no escape.
They locked you into a mental prison
And reminded you
That your very survival depended on them.
They were the monsters under your bed
And hidden in your closet.
They were your worst nightmare
Come to life.
You could not have dreamt
Those heinous acts
Into being.
You could not have imagined the
Abominable and ruthless acts
You were forced to endure.
No. It was not your fault.
You were an innocent pink baby born into darkness.
You were a little girl, bright and shining, plunged into the depths of hell.
You were a girl, smart and beautiful, forced to hold onto nothing and still live.
You were a young adult, terrified and alone.
They did this.
You own no blame.
You grew up into me.
I’m a strong and brave warrior.
You don’t have to protect me or yourself
By constantly remembering.
They did the terrible things
And they are not here.
I am the Warrior Queen,
Surrounded by warrior friends.
I will wage the battles if necessary.
You are my princess,
Free to rest quietly,
Free to delight in music,
Free to romp with the fairies in the garden.
You are free.
The door to your prison is open
And you do not need to go back.
I’ve picked up every tattered piece of your heart and soul,
And healed you into the Warrior Queen.

By Patty

Copyrighted 7/17/2019

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3 thoughts on “It was not my fault

  1. Oh Patty, I just love reading this and seeing you in this powerful place. I love the way you release the girl from not only her old shame but from any responsibility to care for you or others now. You set her free. YOU did this, through all your hard, hard emotional work. You truly are a Warrior Queen. xxoo

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  2. Such powerful words dear warrior queen that mirror the pain of the past but also the progress of coming to terms with the darkness you have been subjected to. You have gone through so much and look how strong you are today. Truly I wished your strength could have come from a different place, and I would gladly protect you from all of it and take it away if I only could. And yet it is always adversity and the darkest of times that make us who we are. You should know that you are beautiful my dear friend and the only thing that is your fault is that you survived these monsters and turned out beautifully. Xo❤️

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