Sorrow
i sit here alone in my sorrow. For until now I did not realize the pain that I had
been put through. I was abused and battered from the man that I thought loved
me. How could I allow myself to be put through that pain? Hiding marks upon my
body, so others did not see them. I am ashamed of the pain I allowed myself to
be put through. The look in his eyes as he laid his hands on me, as if he had no
remorse that I was carrying his unborn child. Scars left upon my body, from a no
good, relationship. For some reason I thought it was okay to be hit. I felt like I was
being punished for things I had done in the past. It took me to be tossed to the
curb by him to realize I did not need to be hit to know that I was worthy. I sit in
sorrow, for myself and pray that God will show me I am worthy of love without
abuse.
Copyright © Sierra Price | Year Posted 2007
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