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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required By: Revelation 11/17/07 I woke up to an unbearable pain piercing my skin…. I opened my eyes… and my dad had an extension cord in his hand beating me! I asked him why? But he just ignored me, I started crying louder and louder hoping someone would hear me! With every cry the pain got worse, And soon the pain that I felt was replaced by numbness …. With every scream 4 help my skin started 2 disburse…. and was replaced by bruises! With every hit….! the love for him as my father started 2 depart …. With every struggle that I had 2 put forth ….! A hole of abandonment and resentment started forming! I never thought it would end…. I never thought he would leave Oh…..! Blacking in and out from the traumas 2 my head enabled me the ability 2 walk! Driven by desperation…. I started 2 crawl! My breaths got shorter which made me dizzy and weak…. But the will in me said…. NO! I’m not about 2 accept defeat! Barely making it 2 the phone, I dialed 9-1-1 4 assistance…. 2 tired 2 utter any words…. I let my breathing and crying do the talking Fear filled my body with fear…. As my dad come through the door But God interceded and reassured me with reassurance And sent salvation through the police! It’s been 7 years since that night Physically my bruises have healed…. But mentally and emotionally my bruises are embedded in my soul…. Their fresh and open…. Left unhealed Revelation’s Thought: I was 8 years old when I started being abused by my father. I used 2 think that it was my fault that it was happening 2 me. Half the time I did deserve discipline but not like that. When I wrote this poem my bruises was not healed, I was sore and my heart was heavy and I didn’t think I was going to make it, but God said NO! You’re going to live; you’re going to be something great. The thing was I wasn’t even saved when this happened and God still showed me mercy. To all the children that are or have been abused let God be your refuge. He hears prayers! Know this: everything is done to God riches and glory, and when it seems like theirs no way out know that God will make a way out of no way. Psalms 126:5 They that sow in tears shall reap in joy
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