Inside the Processing Mind of Forgiving

This is an ode to the woman within me that has fought many battles and shows no scars outwardly, but bleeds internally. The woman who feels as though she can't get up from being told to stay down . To the feeling of not wanting to be around. I've been there, a vision of invisibility a loud voice of unspoken whispers no-one seem to hear. This for the woman within me that is waiting yet oh so ready to be FREE. This is for my mother, sister, cousin, aunty, grandma, friends, the next door neighbor or the unknown victim sitting right beside me. MOST IMPORTANTLY THIS FOR THE LITTLE GIRL INSIDE ALL OF US WAITING TO BE RESCUED. STOP SIS NO MORE WAITING FOR THE WHITE HORSE AND KNIGHT AND SHINING ARMOR (because even ARMOR turns rusty and old) BE YOUR KNIGHT AND SHINE TRY A MILLION AND 1 TIMES AND WHEN YOU'VE REACHED YOUR END HIT REPEAT. TRY TIL YOU CAN STAND UP AND TELL YOUR STORY WITHOUT FEAR. UNTIL YOU CAN LOOK YOUR BIGGEST CRITIC IN THE EYE AND SAY,THIS IS ME AND DAMNIT I DESERVE TO BE FREE.