Another Child's Toy
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When I look back at my life I now see the journey that I went through to get to where I am today.
I wish I could say that there had been no hills or obstacles to overcome, but if I hadn’t came across those obstacles than I would not be who I am today.
It is here in the fire of the shaft that God started molding me, preparing me.
As I look back at my life and see the mistakes that I made from the start not speaking out when I was a youngster in fear, but instead clamming up out of shear fear.
I look back and see a little girl too afraid to rise from her bed, wishing that daytime would never turn to darkness.
Her stomach tied in knots she felt she was left to rot.
This is when he would enter pulling his pranks, controlling with boldness
Monsters came in and out of her room leaving her feeling the sudden sharpness
In her gut, with no way to shut out the stalker she would quietly lay living in lies.
With his threats showing no regret he tormented leaving the memories cemented.
She screamed inside, with no one hearing her silent cries.
No one believing her, ignoring her
He teased her and made fun of her trying to turn all against her. As if everything was her fault.
She cried out in her silent vault.
She could no longer reach for her dreams.
So many times she would stand up to be knocked down again, and again.
She now felt that she was born to be someone’s toy.
With a mad child twisting her arms to see how far they would stretch.
With a mad child testing her to see how far he could spit.
With his spit landing on her.
Each day, she would awake to face the same fate until it was almost too late!
One day a black eye with the next a arm in a sling
There was no one there to protect her, she didn’t matter she was just another child’s toy. Stored away to be tormented for another day!
By Patricia Kriegel
© 2009 Patricia Kriegel
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