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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required abused as a small child, so meek and so damn mild- innocence brought sadness, in adulthood came madness. daddy couldn’t put the bottle down, he tried and failed many a time- too many bruises black and brown, falling back down every time I climb. I was beauty and ashes combined, a fake smile hiding my frown. I grew up with that same mindset, putting the pill bottle down was hard- raging silence and moments of fret, in the game of poker, I drew the wrong card. my wounded soul, unsutured and scarred, now I live in the shadows of ebony regret. she just couldn’t stop the drink in hand, suicide took her away from me- I may never quite understand, now her laugh but a sweet memory. my eyes too blind to really see, the death of my sister’s wonderland. my injured heart learned many lessons, my aches and pains have killed my essence- lesions left abrasions and anguish remains, and now crimson scars run through my veins. blemished and battered left with scratches, please Lord, sew over these dirty patches- I needed an ounce of self-security, but these wounds left me in obscurity. abandoned by those who I needed most, the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost- forgiveness has been lost in atonement, as I quiver and shiver in this chilling moment. abused as a small child, so meek and so damn mild- youth brought intense woe, now it's time for me to let go. June 21, 2017
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