7-7

One moment to ruin all others

and bring my world crashing down with just one glance

I used to be strong

I used to be pretty

I used to be confident

One night is all it took,

and now I'm weak 

I'm ugly

and I'm certainly not okay.

I'm broken,

a shell of whom I used to be

one question playing over and over again,

why wasn't I enough?

Repulsive, repugnant

less of a woman,

my worth quickly disintegrates.

Seven years of uncertainty, 

brought to culmination,

a resounding "never will be".

I recoil back into myself

an old wound ripped open

now oozing dark rivers of blood

a blood which comes from the 

deepest places of my core.

Plunged back into the darkness

a hard climb awaits

but as I look up at the light

the darkness feels like home.