my past

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 share

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