Victimhood.

Victimhood

Oh my victimhood.

How you have cloaked me from my truth.

How you have slyly stole my power before my eyes with the notion that somehow you are my savior.

You are not my savior. He is not my savior.

I am my savior.

You have made darkness appear as light and light appear as unacceptable.

How dare a victim express joy when their identity is pain.

NO.

No longer will I let your deceiving nature dictate my existence and experience.

Oh my victimhood.

Who may I be without you?

I cling to you for safety, for purpose, for acceptance.

But what if I don’t need you.

You have served your purpose and for that I am grateful, but your presence is no longer welcomed.

This is my body. This is my mind. This is my soul.

And my presence, solely me, is more then enough without you.

Oh my victimhood.