Overcoming Child Abuse: Poetic Resilience

From my abuse cast by tormented darkest nights, 
My childhood danced to my stepfather's cruel delight.
By burning my finger's and using broom handles.
Abuse's tendrils wove a web so tight, 
Yet within such pain, my spirit took flight.

Through words unspoken, pain found release, 
In verse, I found solace, a sanctuary, my inner peace.
Each line a testament, my heart's gentle lease, 
Healing the scars, granting my soul's release.

On ink-stained pages, I sculpted my pain, 
Forging resilience from wounds that even now remain.
With every poem, I broke the chains, 
Embracing the power that healing sustains.

From darkness emerged a phoenix, reborn, 
The pen my sword, with courage my birth.
No longer defined by the terrors once borne, 
I found redemption, my spirit untorn.

In verses woven with hope and might, 
I bloomed, like a flower in morning light.
Though scars persist, I now stand upright, 
A testament to strength, a survivor's respite.

Through shattered fragments, a voice emerged, 
Echoing triumph over battles submerged.
With each poem written, my spirit surged, 
Defying the past, my soul now converged.

I am the poet, a survivor's decree, 
Transcending anguish, setting myself free.
Through words I conquer, my truth, decree, 
For poetry is the salve that can mend you and me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Edmonds  Avatar
June 28, 2023 at 9:29 AM
So sorry to read of the abuse you had to endure James, those who inflict harm on children ought to be imprisoned and tortured every day of their lives. I’m very glad you survived and that poetry mends you. Write on… Belle
Mclain Avatar
June 28, 2023 at 12:14 PM
Thank you Belle for reading this event in my life, people like you keep me chugging along. Please have a most blessed day, Sincerely I endeavor to remain, James McLain
Allison Avatar
June 28, 2023 at 8:59 AM
I am lost for words James, you certainly are a survivor and your poem is one which should be widely read, of course abuse isnt always physical, emotional scars will be there for life - long after bruises have faded. write on my friend. hugs jan xx
Mclain Avatar
June 28, 2023 at 12:18 PM
Jan, your every where at once so it seems. He sent me to the store to buy a window, when I came back he had shot himself. Could have killed me then himself. Took me years to get over that. Hey you have more than hugs from me. Dearest Jan, I can not do more than thank you, James
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