Poetry Corner: Healing/Persevering by Sara Giita

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.