I am alive.
I am breathing.
I am homeless right now thanks to domestic violence but I have not stopped hoping.
I won’t stop. I won’t give in.
It would be pointless to give in when I am so close, and when my daughter needs me.
Perception changes greatly when you have almost nothing and nowhere. When you are over a thousand miles from what you originally called home.
I won’t let him win. Not in my mind or my heart.
I struggle every day to get through the mess inside me.
No more fear.