Irrevocably Kind

I know a girl,

who says how she feels,

because she had no voice.

Who lives life for herself,

not someone else’s needs,

who knows herself,

after being made to feel crazy.

Who rebuilds,

when she wasn’t the reason she broke.

Who lives freely,

without fear of retaliation.

Despite the pain she feels,

pain is no longer the main character.

She feels no hesitation,

an old habit ingrained,

in who she is and where she’ll go.

After years of questioning,

she has lost the molds of herself,

after squeezing to fit,

and rejects ideas of who she should be.

She allows herself space to exist,

and no longer apologizes for it.

She is honest,

imperfect in the best way.

No longer seeks his approval,

which was only ever about control.

The most beautiful part,

a beauty he couldn’t diminish,

is that she understands her worth,

despite the psychological warring,

refuses to accept disrespect,

drapes herself in Art,

pours herself into friendship,

believes in love without pain,

and commits herself to healing.

It takes real courage to face the world,

after being broken,

and instead of turning away,

withering,

shrinking,

fitting into impossible molds,

she built herself back,

brick

by

brick.

Sometimes I wonder if she imagines her old self,

notices her standing on the edge,

Confused,

Scared.

And instead of trying to force change,

She sits down next to her.

Allows her to feel what she needs,

To express herself without interfering,

because

she

knows

the

value

of being seen.

Has spent her share of days,

learning to be invisible.

She knows the only way is through,

and that to trust your own judgement,

is no simple task.

She must come home,

not to a place,

that was never hers,

but to herself.

She knows the last thing that girl needs,

is to feel any more of someone else’s shame.

I know a girl,

who had every reason to

grow bitter,

revengeful and angry,

and instead

she immersed herself,

not in self pity,

in the beauty of life itself.

Chooses every day,

that it is better to have felt pain once,

and to learn from your mistake.

Than to let it master you forever.

In that moment she solidifies her future.

If she can find beauty in the worst of times,

she is capable of more than healing,

will grow,

and live wholly,

unlike her tormentors.

she is courage without pride,

discernment without judgement,

humor in the horror,

and will forever be,

irrevocably kind,

in an irrevocably cruel world.

That girl standing frozen,

hasn’t seen the truth yet.

Her kindness was never a weakness,

it wasn’t a fault needing correction.

It was always a strength,

more powerful than manipulation.

It can’t be faked. It can’t be replicated.

Those who do not possess it are angry,

that they are empty,

and she is not.

She has true kindness,

empathy,

unconditional love,

entrenched in her essence,

it may as well be the breath in her lungs,

or the blood in her veins,

and they know,

no matter what they do,

they will never have it.

That’s why they leave trails of destruction in their wake,

while she leaves beauty in hers.