I can't type the two words not because they're not true.
I just can't push the pain of my own memories or
of the countless women i've wept with
into two words
"Me too" has never been a phrase put out in public to open someone's eyes...
…not that that is all bad…but for me
"me too" is whispered
not when someone first reveals their pain
no, that moment is reserved for three words like
"I'm so sorry" or just a silent embrace…
because you know nothing you say or do can take away
the fear, the shame, the lost trust,
the years ahead of struggle and self-doubt or unexplained shakes when anyone touches her....
"Me too" comes later when she understandably wants to run
to retreat from your conversation
to take it all back
because she feels so painfully vulnerable
because he stripped her of any sense of safety
because somewhere in her mind she believes the lie that its her fault too
but she can't.
She can't take back what he selfishly and senselessly stole
and you can't undo what was done to you
so, you close your eyes, breath deep, clasp her hand, and whisper... “Me too”
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