Some are born with a silver spoon
Hardship not known, no combat zone
Others like me, lived an eternity
With fear pain living in uncertainty
Will this be the day that I finally die
Scars and bruises hidden no black eye
They reside underneath well out of view
Beatings on and on, no one else knew
Always the protector standing for all
Unwilling to see them hurt ‘n crawl
I took the blows, endured the pain
At four years old, repeated again and again
They were safe, in my world what mattered
Though I was bludgeoned and battered
They would live on, thought I was right
In hindsight their pain lived as a blight
I have survived at such a great cost
When once I was half of me ‘n so lost
Put the pieces together one by one
I will continue until my days are done
Stubborn determined fiercely protective
I survived knowing that love the directive
Was what I had to give to win the game
And this I loudly proudly proclaim
Let love be your shroud forever more
With everyone you meet and care for
It heals with sweetness pure as honey
It free real costs nothing, not even money
This poem is dedicated to others like me who suffered a lifetime of mental physical and emotional abuse. I survived, you can too. Seek out those that can and will help in a meaningful way so you can change the path your on. It takes courage, you can do it, be brave! Love to you all, sincerely.
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