This poem has so much meaning to me.
I too was abused as a child and teenager and young adult.
The Things I Felt As A Child, Should Have Never Been Captured, They Now Hide, In-Between Wrinkled Pages Of Poetry, For Me To Write, With Years Of Pondering, A Snapshot In Time, My Minds Eye, The Reasons Behind, I Wanted To Die, But Lived To Tell, Me Too. ~Vickie Thayer~
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