The Battle

The battle has begun. 57 scars of torture, my mother’s back broken at the hands of my father and a journey that took 35 days from Honduras to the United States. Strapped to a train, riding in trunks, walking days at a time, not eating for 5 days straight, being alone and afraid but I know I can’t stop.

I’ve got to get to the place where all my dreams can come true.
With only one thing on my mind…survival and being successful. I’m in America…alone, afraid, without support. I don’t speak the language, I don’t know the people, I don’t know where I am or where I’m going. I end up in a place where I thought I would find refuge. A familiar face I thought I could trust but ended being nothing but a lie that hurts. My godmother…nothing like your godmother I bet. She ripped away my confidence by making ME her business against my will. I became her property, her captive and was sold to the highest bidder.

Rescued by a tall white man in a police uniform. An angel taking me out of captivity. Depressed, sad and harming myself the angel took me for help. There I found the support I needed to survive this madness.

The life that I desire to have is free from pain and failures.

Life is hard, but I know I can make it better because I believe in myself and my virtues. Nothing and NO ONE can stop me. I will fight to make my dreams come true and I will not rest until I conquer them.

The struggle will not be easy. I might have to cry tears of pain to erase all the damage from my past and restore my present, but I know those tears will at last heal my soul.

Now it’s time to fight for the peace my soul desires.
Now it’s time to stand up and scream to the world…I EXIST.