You Broke Me Into a Warrior

You broke me.

In the worst ways possible, you broke me down.

You tormented me. You hurt me; mentally and physically.

You made me into a puddle of the woman I was. 

I was disgusted with myself. I was ashamed of myself. I felt used and unclean.

I couldn't look at myself in the mirror without seeing everything you'd done to me.

It became part of my identity. You became part of my identity.

You became part of who I saw in my own reflection.

I felt like I'd never be able to wash you away. I'd never get rid of you completely.

My own image made me sick, and I knew that was wrong.

I knew that you were to blame, not me. I knew I couldn't continue to hate myself. I knew that I'd been going about it all wrong.

So, I changed course.

I fought back harder than ever. I stopped letting your actions define me as a person.

I stopped being the poster child of your abuse and started to be the person I was always meant to be.

Yes, you continued to break me, but I was morphing into a warrior with every cracked piece. Every piece that broke off, left an armor in its place.

I was fighting to keep myself together. I was fighting for the woman you continued to break. I was fighting to save myself from losing everything.

You never expected for me to grow strong enough to defeat you...

But I did.

You broke me into a warrior.

A warrior that was able to finally defend herself.

A warrior that was able to stand strong against every blow you threw her way.

A warrior that was able to knock you down.

A warrior that is still standing as you wither away in a cell.

A warrior that is stronger than ever.

You made this warrior, by breaking the woman I once was and you only have yourself to blame for your defeat.

-A Warrior

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