“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........

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