A Story

It was on a Christmas Eve early in the morn into a world so often cold a little girl was born. Her parents, they did love her, the way that it should be but her father, who's a good man, had been raised with cruelty. When he doled out punishment for all her childish ways the lessons that he taught her would stay with her all her days. Growing up was never easy and she grew up so confused. Other kids did more than tease her and at home she was abused. But she grew up all the same then came to that time of life when she thought she was ready became a mother and a wife. They faced a lot of hardships but tried to love anyway and her husband, who does love her, has been so mean along the way. Yes, life is hard for everyone this woman surely knows. Hate and misunderstanding seems to follow where she goes with so many quick to tell her that she is always wrong so many times she has been shown that she just don't belong. She tries so hard to understand the reasons for her tears and is punished for her feelings as she has been all her years. She knows that there is more to life than what always seems to be. All she wants is to be loved without the cruelty. Note: My dear friends, this is not an easy write for me but a necessary one. I was at a very low point in my life and I prayed for God for direction or to let it end. I wrote the poem I Am then joined PoetrySoup. I know God led me to this wonderful site for a reason. I may still have a long way to go but I am starting to move forward. I want to thank you all for your encouragement and kindness. Being able to write again is helping me and as fellow writers, I know you understand. Thank you for sharing with me and teaching to become a better writer. God bless you all and Happy Holidays! Love, Robin.