7 years

I read something that once that said, “In seven years my cells will have been destroyed and recreated, leaving a body you will have never touched.”

I remember thinking early on, I just have to make it to seven years. Seven years and my skin will be clean of him.

Here I am, just cresting upon the hill of seven years. Part of me wants to say, it was all for nothing. But the freedom and liberation is right there on the tip of my tongue. These new cells do not know the pain from your hands. They do not know what it is like to feel so tainted and damaged. The muscle within my heart may still remember but I breathe a little easier knowing, this body is not tainted by what you did.

Cheers to seven years.