Not Your Shame

You think you know, but you don't. Someone once told me, "You don't look like what you've been through." To go through all this and still have love To go through something so horrific and not be filled with hate, resentment, and bitterness is beyond me. To come back from a point of wanting to commit suicide and still thinking of others more than yourself How do you do that? How does one walk away as if unscathed, still standing?I am not your secrets. I am not your lies. I am not your lack of hope. I am not your lack of strength. I am not your shame. I am redemption. I am worth. I have value. I am beauty. I am a gift. I am possibilities.