To You

I wrote your name on a piece of dissolvable paper tonight and watched it dissipate into water.

I was among other survivors who, like me, ache to feel some peace.

As the remnants of those four letters (which once brought on intense, visceral reactions) swirled around and dispersed, I was reminded of how little you affect me now.

I used to credit you for everything – my growth, passion, and strength – and believed your actions were what led me to this program, career, and city.

As if your violation awakened the parts of me I’m most proud of and drove me to accomplish all that I have since high school.

Now I realize I would’ve become and done all of these things anyway.

I was destined to be everchanging, passionate, and strong; I was meant to live an inspired life full of love.

I’m proud to say that who I am has nothing to do with you, and I no longer think of you when I think of me.