In quiet rooms where shadows stayed,
She learned to flinch, but never strayed.
A father's voice, a constant ache,
She thought the pain was her mistake.

He called it love, wrapped up in shame,
Taught her to fear, then take the blame.
She didn't know that love was free,
She never knew what she could be.

She didn’t even know her name,
Just "girl" or "you", it felt the same.
Till someone far across a screen.
Reached through the dark, spoke soft and clean.

She'd typed it out like it was gold:
"Katie." A name. One to hold.
It wasn’t much, but it was real.
It gave her space, something to feel.

And when the silence cracked at last,
She ran, she broke, she left the past.
No note, no scream, just heavy lungs,
And every step a song unsung.

She left the house that held her pain,
Walked through the night, through cold and rain.
The world was wide. She didn’t know,
But anywhere was hope to grow.

She found a home not built by blood,
But by warm hands that understood.
They didn't ask. They let her be,
And slowly, Katie learned to see.

That love won't bruise or twist your soul,
That being whole is still the goal.
They let her cry, they let her choose.
They gave her space she didn't lose.


Thanks to @GalacticGam3r37 for being an amazing person.

(Based on a true story, we love you Katie even though you will probably never see this.)