It Stops Here

From around the corner a saddened face From generations passed It's left, it's trace Why was this a way of life? now came poor rearing, tearing and strife Words were made to be weapons And then Physical pain and wounds that bleed left little to no affection received This sickness was passed about The damage was done leaving you lonely and wanting to shout Screaming voices that come to rise the ever-predicable time, she always apologized Stone looks in her eyes See this trauma through your child’s eyes Fearful nights Hidden Embarrassment And all her lies and harassment Now you’re gone and left this earthly place You left behind a battered child in it’s place. So now this child has become a woman She married and had a child and yes, her past left her riled But she made a choice to break the mold To stand up and make her story told And she leaves behind all the abuse Between her and her child there lives a truce. ( this poem was written to share my life experiences with those that can relate, and to say you can do it differently)