Somehow I’m Alright

People ask me how...

How I am so happy

so caring

so open

When I’ve had my heart

murdered

by abusers

who took advantage

of my willingness to

forgive and forget?

How can I smile

when my lips have been

sewn shut

by trauma?

How can I give

when I have nothing left

But the bruises

from his

punches?

How can I be

So held together

when my life

is a shattered

wreck?

Well my answer is:

I have no fucking clue how.