You are not forgotten.

You are not forsaken.

You are not what happened to you.

You are not the pain.

 

You are breath in the dark.

You are the quiet heartbeat of survival.

You are the girl who lived.

And lives still.

 

Close your eyes if you can.

Put your hand on your chest.

Feel that rhythm?

That’s your proof.

You are still fighting.

And I am right here with you,
every heartbeat of the way.