Hey you! yes you!
The girl in the dark with trembling hands.
Who never believed she’d one day stand.
Who looked at her reflection and turned away,
Thinking, “No one could love this mess anyway.”

You wore your silence like second skin,
Screaming inside, too afraid to begin.
You broke in secret, stitched with fear,
Hoping no one would see you here.

You begged for crumbs and called it a feast,
Let pain lay beside you and never released.
You gave away pieces to feel some worth,
But lost more of you with every hurt.

I see you now…
Sitting on bathroom floors, knees to your chest,
Whispering, “I ruin everything I touch at best.”
You hated your past, you hated your name,
But girl, you were never the one to blame.

They lied.
You were never too much.
You were never not enough.
You were fired at while under pressure, a diamond in the rough.
You were the scream that never got loud,
The warrior wrapped in a funeral shroud.

But listen to me—
You didn’t die there. You rose.
With scraped-up knees and tear-stained clothes.
You birthed a life from broken bone,
You turned a motel room into a loving home.

You let go of poison, picked up a crown,
Watched dead-end roads start turning around.
You love a man who’s been through war,
And you mother a child you’d die for.

So to the girl who thought she’d never heal,
Who wondered if anything she felt was real…
Look around.
You built this life. You clawed from the pit.
And God? He never gave up on you not one bit.

You are worthy. You are made of so much more.
You are what you fought for.
So I write to you with shaking hands,
To say, “You made it… just as God had always planned.”

And I promise you now with breath and grace,
Your story will never be a thing to erase.
You’re not just enough—
You’re the reason I’m still here.
I love you forever,
Through every scar, every tear.

Love,
Me — The Woman You Fought to Become