“Acceptance”

“Acceptance”

For a long time,

I lived in the silence of what happened —

a silence so heavy,

it felt like breathing through stone.

I tried to forget,

tried to erase every trace,

but pain doesn’t disappear when you hide it.

It lingers,

waiting for you to listen.

So I did.

I started listening to myself again —

to the quiet voice beneath the hurt,

the one that whispered,

you’re still here.

Acceptance came slowly,

not as forgiveness for what was done,

but as understanding for what I became.

It’s the moment I stopped blaming myself,

stopped asking if I could’ve done more,

stopped hating the reflection

of someone who was only trying to survive.

Now, I see the girl I was —

broken, frightened,

but still fighting to stand.

And I love her for that.

Because she never gave up,

even when she thought she did.

Acceptance isn’t peace every day,

but it’s knowing I deserve it.

It’s waking up and saying,

I am not what happened to me.

It’s wearing my story like skin —

soft, strong,

and entirely mine.

What was taken from me

no longer owns me.

I’ve taken it back,

in every breath I choose to live,

in every word I speak without shame.

I am still healing,

but I am free —

because I finally believe

that my survival

is something beautiful.Acceptance came slowly

Acceptance came slowly

Acceptance came slowly

Acceptance........