A Thank-You Note To My Abusers

It was the way

that you struck,

that you bit,

that you hit me in the

face.

Can’t deny,

can’t abide,

must appreciate

the wounds,

now healed,

the stain

on my mental state.

I never would have been

what I am,

without you

and your abuse.

 

Words

have a way

of worming under

every little

crack

and mistake,

and divide,

and they devastate

the mind,

and the heart

and the soul.

I never thought

I’d find my way out

of the Hell

that you put me through,

but here

I am.

 

Gaining a voice,

standing,

an empty vessel.

Whole

and complete

and filling myself

with beautiful

songs,

and things,

and love,

that it turns out I deserve

after all.

 

Thank you for your

hate,

for your

strain,

for your

vile.

Thank you for your

insecure,

infantile,

degradation

and your condescending

words.

Every hurt,

every scar,

every humiliation

made me appreciate all

of the good things.

 

You

made me weak,

so I

could be stronger now.

You made me want

to die,

I live better now.

Thanks to you,

No.

Thanks to you,

No.

Thanks to you,

and your endless abuse.

 

HG – 2018

 

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