The victim I once was
ran with all her might
and came to a threshold
One moonlit mountain night
I let go of self-blame
for the undeserved assault;
As the wind carried the clouds
It blew away the fault.
I stood with clarity
And allowed my soul to speak;
It was time to let that era die
of feeling wronged and weak.
The new phase is not perfect,
I am not a realized saint,
But I have come out of hiding,
My voice is not as faint.
I ground myself with roots,
Drawing deep like a tree,
each time I grow more steady
When life’s challenges come shake me
Moving forward to take such courage
and I still get overwhelmed,
So I reach out for help,
a steady hand at the helm.
I feel through the pain,
No longer drowning in it,
And understand that this is strength:
Persevering when I’m in it.
Colorado singer/songwriter Sara Giita’s music chronicles her journey from assault survivor to empowered diva. Her clear, shimmering voice breathes life to her message of personal transformation and spiritual awakening. You can hear her music on Spotify, YouTube, and iTunes, or connect with her at saragiita.com or facebook.com/saragiita.