KK WISDUMBS

You try to live life like everyone else.

You don’t want to be a burden or seen as a “victim” Even though you are a true victim of abuse.

You just want to feel normal

But then out of nowhere, you’re standing in a crowd of smiling strangers

And a flash of a bad memory hits you

And suddenly there’s no escape.

You’re stuck in a moment only you can see.

In a room full of people who have no idea what you’ve been through or what your seeing.

Even speaking feels impossible but don’t drop that smile because they will wonder.

How do you explain a pain so deep it would make most people uncomfortable. A truth so heavy they’d avoid it?

Guess what?

Every single day you wake up and do life, you are winning.

You are winning a battle the world will never understand . Even if they tried. And most people don’t want to.

I know it feels lonely.

I know you feel lost and unheard.

I know it feels like justice is a joke

And understanding from society is impossible.

But still, you’re doing it.

You are surviving something most people never could.

You’re fighting a battle that shows up every single day

And you’re doing it without applause

Without always having support

And often with no one even knowing what you have been through

And are still going through.

God does. And God is there

Yet sometimes it still feels like you’re walking through it alone.

And yet, you keep going.

You show up. You breathe.

You carry things no one sees. That makes you strong. That makes you different.

And I believe with everything in me that God is going to turn what was meant to destroy you into something powerful.

If I can’t change what happened to me , please God, use it for someone else.

What tried to break you will become the reason someone else finds their strength. What tried to silence you will be the thing that sets someone else free.

You didn’t deserve what happened.

But you do deserve peace.

And it’s coming.

Because somewhere out there, the sirens are still making noise

And this next part is a poem for every survivor still waiting to be heard and rescued:

Sirens

Late at night, I hear the sound of sirens.

Where are they going?

Are they gonna arrest the man who hurt her ? Any girl they rescue makes my heart lighter, for sure.

The hope she must have felt when the bright lights came. That’s for you, girl. They even know your name.

They’re banging on his door and now you don’t gotta worry or sleep in fear anymore.

And though your pain won’t disappear tonight There’s victory knowing someone fought for your right.

A tear rolls down my cheek, As I sit here and think, reflect. Not to steal your moment, Not to redirect

But deep inside a thought I can’t dismiss, it hit me , I wish they had shown up for me like this.

Forgive me , But now I’m just trying to speak I remember when he tried to kill me and I couldn’t even breathe.

Damn, But now he’s out there walking free, and worse, He’s even living right next to me.

This feels unfair , So I shouted to the streets, But silence in the air. No one can hear.

What I’ve endured is one of peoples worst fear But does anyone really care? I mean it’s my problem, not theirs.

Standing still, Shouting loud But not saying a word. I wish it was my turn for the sirens to be heard.

I wish my heroes would come and take him away. And even though nightmares and pain will forever stay, I just wanted, once in this lifetime To hear someone say:

You’re gonna be okay.

And I’d hear the sirens

As they would take him far away.

Written by -KKwisdumbs

UNTIL your sirens come, be your own.

You’re gonna be okay.

Don’t give up.

Keep going.

You’re doing what most couldn’t.

And I’m proud of you.

-KKwisdumbs

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