Note to that young girl who was sexually abused

In your twenties you defined yourself by what happened
behind a closed door
by what was hidden
and the promises that were broken
you thought that was plenty
but then you discovered that it was only yourself that you were fooling
and even that didn't last long
so you picked up that broken little kid
off the floor and you held her tenderly
and kept her away from mirrors for years.
You thought that was sufficient
but still the nightmares wouldn't go away.
So you held the magic close to you instead
and tried so very hard to hang on
you were so undaunted
even when you had every right to be
and I just wanted you to know
all these years later
that I am proud of you.