I want to say it plainly.
No metaphors. No similes.
I want to praise my friends.
I want to tell the world how they save me.
A man I loved betrayed me.
He shared private details and
laughed about me with his friends.
He told another woman I meant nothing.
I was devastated.
I was heartbroken.
These women made me stand back up.
They shared their truths about me.
They tell me I am worthy.
They tell me I am beautiful.
They tell me I am enough.
They tell me I am not too much.
They hold me when I cry.
They smile when I laugh.
They make me stand up!
I want the world to know who they are:
Calliope, Phoenix, Claudia, Diana, Karen.
They are my superheroes.
They are my guardian angels.
They protect me.
They lift me when I cannot lift myself.
I want to honor them.
I want to praise them.
But my words feel so small,
weak, insufficient, insignificant.
I say them anyway because they are all I have.
Because of these women:
I am standing.
I am not alone.
I am getting stronger.
I am still breathing.
My heart is still beating.
About the Creator
Tina D. Lopez
I’m just a human trying to make it in this world. I write about heartbreak, loneliness, longing, anger, family—all the things I can’t seem to leave alone. Everything I write is about me, even when it’s about someone else.
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