Dear Self,

I remember the storm,
The bruises, invisible yet heavy,
How your heart, once bright,
Faded into shadows of his rage.
But even in the darkest nights,
Jesus was there, whispering,
“You are not alone.”

You were so young,
Early twenties,
Still figuring out where you belonged,
When his words turned to shackles,
And his hands became cha…read more