Courage To Move On
There are some things that use to have me in shame,
The horrible kinds of abuse,and I thought I was to blame.
Being raped as a child left scars, black and blue marks so deep and sore,
I still wonder how a human can hurt a child and leave them on the floor.
As I got older I never uttered a word,I kept it all locked up inside,
So many frighting night mares kept me up all hours of the night.
To think that a man could hurt an innocent child with out any remorse,
Has this heart of mine sheltered,and it's on an untrusting course.
But I learned how to deal with it and try and move forward,
Sometimes I still have dreams that wake me of that awful horror.
I'm not a victim anymore my soul is a fighting survivor,
I refuse to let it hold me back as my goals grow higher.
I've been through all kinds of hell though I try and not let it show,
Being abused by a past husband more hurt began to grow.
Being used as a punching bag has left this young body frail,
Torture to no end, not a soul knew, I was to afraid to tell.
But I found the courage deep down with in this frightened soul of mine,
To run like hell get out of there and change my future in time.
I'm not a victim anymore my soul is a fighting survivor,
I refuse to let it hold me back as my goals grow higher.
By TinyTeddy
© 2008 TinyTeddy
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