Aug 3

A writing prompt by Rupi Kaur

Photo by Amos Bar-Zeev on Unsplash

I wept inside at how
Small
She was

She was just
A child

Her long blond hair
Glowed
Like silk

Throughout
the years
As she grew

she learned
To abuse herself

She figured it was
Better than feeling
The emptiness and pain of being.

So abuse felt more
Normal
In her existence…

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Melissa Steussy

Melissa Steussy

Author of Let Your Privates Breathe-Breaking the Cycle of Addiction and Family dysfunction. Join Medium here: https://misssteussy.medium.com/membership