Poem: All I Became Was A Victim Of Wounds

Trigger warning: This poem mentions abuse.

I depart from this world

Leaving behind my body

Carrying my soul I depart to a heavenly abode

My body is a canvas

A canvas filled with strokes of abuse

An epitome of patriarchy, domineering gender roles

I was just a bud trying to bloom

When I found myself violated to the very core

I tried to fight

Tried to defend myself

But found myself crushed by the society’s pressure

Helpless and impotent

I was just a bud trying to bloom

But all I became was a victim of wounds