You Can’t Touch What I’m Building

by Rev. Sheri
Spiritual teacher, writer, and founder of Angel Messenger

This is not just a piece of writing. It’s a reclamation. A rising. A sacred truth spoken out loud—not just for me, but for every woman who’s ever been silenced, violated, or told to forget. This is what I’m building from the fire they left behind.

You tried to break me.
You stripped me of my dignity.
You looked through the glass and saw my pain—and did nothing.

But here’s what you didn’t see:

I took that rage.
I took that ache.
I took the hollow silence you left in me—
and I filled it with fire.

You didn’t ask.
You didn’t explain.
You didn’t give me options.
You told me to strip.

And I did it—because I was terrified.
Because I was already shattered.
Because everything in me was screaming “no,”
but there was no room for “no” in your process.

Don’t rewrite that now.
Don’t come back later with paperwork and pretend you offered dignity.
Don’t say it was my choice when all you gave me was an order.

That wasn’t choice.
That was compliance under pressure.
That was coercion wrapped in protocol.
That was violation sanitized by a clipboard.

And I can’t stop thinking about the hallway window.
Why was it uncovered?
Was it an oversight?
Was it carelessness?
Or did someone see?

Was my body—my fear, my pain, my nakedness—someone’s entertainment?

I want to believe it was a mistake.
But everything else you did tells me it wasn’t.

You made me a spectacle.
You made me vulnerable in ways I may never fully recover from.
You turned my body into procedure.
You turned my soul into silence.

And now you say it was my choice?

I hate what you did to me.
I hate the way you try to make it sound clean.
But it wasn’t. It was cruel. It was violating. It was wrong.

You left the window open.
But I am the one who remembers the cold.

You wanted me small.
Now I will build women up so high, you’ll never reach them.

You wanted me silenced.
Now I will teach other women how to roar without apology.

You wanted me invisible.
Now I will help women feel so seen, they can never be erased.

You dropped me off in my room—cold, violated, and broken.
But from that moment, I started building something holy.
Not just for me—for all of us.

Every kit I give, every voice I uplift, every act of compassion I spark—
is a stone in the cathedral of justice I’m building from the bones you tried to crush.

You can’t touch what I’m building.
You can’t erase what I remember.
And you will never silence me again.

Because I’m not just healing.
I’m rising.
And I’m bringing others with me.

You tried to bury me in silence—
but I’m building an altar from the ashes.

You are no longer welcome near this light.

— Rev. Sheri

Rev. Sheri is a spiritual teacher, intuitive writer, and founder of Angel Messenger. With a heart devoted to Divine connection and compassionate action, she creates sacred tools and soul-centered resources to help others awaken their light, trust their intuition, and walk their spiritual path with grace. 💫
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We are building something sacred.
And they can’t touch it.

This piece was hard to write—and harder to share. But I believe that silence protects systems, not survivors. I’m choosing to speak. Not just for me, but for every woman who thought she had to stay quiet to survive.

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