One day I will be free of the people who have tormented me, the people who have done me wrong, the people whose crimes still haunt my dreams.
One day the memories of those acts will not inspire the rage of the unavenged, but will fill me with happiness at what I broke away from, at what I left behind. One day their image will stand before the portrait of my life and will be nothing more than a shabby rubbing put next to a masterpiece.
One day I will look into the sunset and it will be mine, seen through windows that are mine, curtains that are mine, while I lean against a table that is mine and prepare warm food that is mine for loved ones who are mine, and to whom I belong.
One day I will control my own life and answer to no master, and in the lives I can influence I will spread joy and kindness, and even in anger I will never be what they were.
One day I will show someone an example of restraint and nobility, and forgiveness.
One day I will escape, and I will never have to scream, in anger or sorrow or fear, ever again.
One day they will be a faint recollection, and the iron fingers that clasped around my throat won't be even a whisp in a dim nightmare.
One day I will bask in thankfulness and joy at how lucky I am.
One day I will have a child, who I will love and discipline and provide for.
One day I will do what I wish, and will be questioned by no one.
One day, no person will impinge my honor or soil my reserve.
I will build this.