I Am Exhausted

I am exhausted.

Exhausted from sleepless nights.

Exhausted from sleep filled with night terrors.

Exhausted from being with people.

Exhausted from being alone.

I am exhausted from telling my story to the world.

Exhausted from hiding myself.

But mostly, I am exhausted from waiting.

I am exhausted from waiting for my sisters to be saved.

The sleepless nights, the ex-communication,

The fear of the abuse I am sure they are suffering.

I talk to the police, nothing is done.

My voice is not heard, and I am silenced again.

I am exhausted from waiting for justice,

For my brothers and sisters across the world who fight abusers in silence.

All feels lost in moments like these.

But today I was reminded that my voice is echoing.

Echoing across the Nation,

From Kentucky to Pennsylvania, to New York, to California.

Echoing through the world,

From the U.S. to England, to New Zealand, to Australia.

People are hearing my story, my struggle, my fight.

I share so justice for my sisters can take flight.

I am exhausted, but for you, I will fight.

My brothers and sisters, this is not the end of the line.

I will share my story, I will give God the glory.

For even though I am exhausted and weak, He is strong.

He gives me strength for this journey long.

So with God carrying me on His shoulders,

I will write to bring you along,

My brothers and sisters who have been abused in silence for too long.

He will bring justice, we will see it one day.

Until then, I will write in exhaustion and wait.