I can remember those lost days of abuse. Those days when I did not have a voice.... now I am alive, living, laughing and growing. It is that hot day in August that I will always remember. The day I left, the day I never went back, and the day I my new life begun.
here are two poems I would like to shareThe water from the shower hits my body
I pray it Kills me The scent of the soap seals the Memory The tears emerge with the water But I can still taste the bitterness I can’t run I have no Shoes ………..Plus I am naked I turn the water off The silent tears Are erased With my Towel I pat My face I Smile at the reflection And I go make dinner
August Never again I said That one day In august Never again I said When he was forced to leave His tears Made me laugh His eyes Made Me sad Sad that wickedness Killed his existence Never again Would I serve him? Have sex with him Love him ….NEVER again I begin to grow that day That lonely night in the shelter The tears streaming down my face Added to my anger Added to my pain Stained my pillow With hope I knew then Never again Would I allow? Him to control Me Love me I grabbed my new life I never looked back