Now, I wrote this specific poem back in 2014, when I was still in therapy so it may not be the best poem as I was young at the time. My therapist got me to start writing down how I felt after the rape, and many of those feelings turned into poems, a story and a couple short stories over the years. While I do not go to therapy anymore, I do try to continue writing how I feel down in a journal when I get a chance. Sometimes I feel worse than other times, so the feelings tend to be raw and powerful at those times.
The one you are about to read is called Overlapping Twigs, and I wrote this poem when I was figuring out why I was meant to walk the path of a survivor of sexual assault. At the time, I wasn’t thrilled or content with the path that the universe planned for me. I was ashamed and had hated that this was my journey, while my other friends got to enjoy the rest of their high school years. Of course, that was back then. Now I am proud, strong, confident and a new me because of the path I had to take to get to this point in my life. I’m not going to make it sound like I never feel lost once in a while, but when I do I’ve realized that everyone has obstacles in their lives and it makes them take a step back. Everyone gets lost along their own path, and it’s completely normal as you go through life. So without further ado, my poem.
The rough, dry twigs have many different ways to bend,
Many go this way, some go that way.
Whatever way they may go, they show us the way.
They may lead us to ways where we must learn
From our mistakes, and some may show us the way to our future.
The overlapping twigs are a symbol of each life.
They show us how to have a better life or ways that teach us from our mistakes
May we take what we learned from these ways,
or will we ignore the message that we learn from that way?
From the Ashes,
The Rising Phoenix