Who Am I?

I’m a proud, loyal person shaped by both pain and resilience. I endured childhood trauma to protect someone I loved, which made me distant for years. Now, I’m breaking free

I’m the kind of person who carries deep pride,
Strong in my stance, with emotions inside.
At times, I’m loud, I’ll leap at the call,
Fiercely protective, I’ll give it my all.

Trust me, my heart is bigger than most,
But I keep to myself, I don’t like to boast.
Cats aren’t my thing; I prefer Dumbo rats,
I’m quirky, I’m odd, and I’m okay with that.

A sucker for love, though it wasn’t always so,
I’ve seen life’s highs and its deepest lows.
Magic enchants me, a dove in the air,
But sometimes life feels too heavy to bear.

With school and work, I’m climbing so high,
But no companion to share in the sky.
My walls are tall, my fortress secure,
Some things take time, and love must be pure.

But here’s the truth, the story untold,
A pain I’ve carried since I was five years old.
To protect my brother, I endured rape for a year,
I screamed for help, but no one could hear.

I was just a child, yet I learned to fight,
To guard and protect, even in the night.
Fifteen years passed, and I found my voice,
At twenty, I vowed: No More Tears by choice.

Yes, the person was caught, justice was done,
But the scars remain from what had begun.
For years, I was cold, distant, and hard,

Protecting myself, always on guard.

But now the ice is starting to thaw,
The heat of healing breaking the law
Of silence I held, the cage I built,
Now I’m sharing my truth without guilt.

So if you wonder, “Why are you this way?”
I hope my story sheds some light today.
I’m still standing, still here, still me,
Stronger than ever, wild and free.

Author's Note

Piece of my scars

Reviews

[Dreamer]

I think it is beautiful when people choose to come through a hard time as a better person. How easy it would be to hate the world and treat others badly. Those who have been treated badly and still choose kindness and to bring love into the world are truly something else. Thank you for sharing this.

[Israel 🇵🇷]

Thank you for the review :)

[Dara]

I am so very sorry for what you had to endure. Saving your brother this way is an act of love that transcends all love. Thank you so much for sharing your story. It is most important now that you are finding ways to heal. Writing has always been therapeutic for me. Take care!

[Israel 🇵🇷]

Thank you for the review

[Jenny Lee]

Dumbo rats?
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[Israel 🇵🇷]

I am a dog person, but I loved my Dumbo rats until they died. did you know they are kind of like dogs? but they are the smartest smallest animal. Look them up

[Jenny Lee]

I shall look up Dumbo rats.. I love dogs but my last dog died of arthritis. I didn't know that could happen.

[Jenny Lee]

I love your poetry, it's so much better than mine
Also your name is beautiful
Do any call you Izzy? Or Israel? I love Israel.

[Israel 🇵🇷]

Thank you so much for the comments, I have been called Izzy years ago and once in a while when I meet someone mostly females will call me Izzy but very few men have they just say IZ.

[Jenny Lee]

IZ that's awesome. Your poetics are beautiful heart renderings.

[Israel 🇵🇷]

Thank You so much.

[Jenny Lee]

Like you, molested by someone I trusted
He died an old man but never was busted
My grandfather touched me when I was just ten
I'm glad he is dead, may he burn for that sin

[Israel 🇵🇷]

I'm sorry you had to go through that as well, I hope you have come to find piece in it. I struggled for many years blaming my mother for it, due to her always saying she will always protect me when I was younger but I apologized to her when I was 22 years old, when I finally was able to talk about it.

[Jenny Lee]

Mother feels guilty
She could not protect you
I'm so sorry you went through that, Israel.

[Israel 🇵🇷]

Oh yeah, she cried, well we both did that day.