Laura Mckenzie Poet Bio

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)

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