Survivor

SURVIVOR As a child I was happy until I was five, Then everything changed, how did I survive? Instead of a kiss placed on my head, Cruel spiteful words were all that I heard. No loving cuddles, no hug goodnight, Just hate and a feeling of terror and fright. A brother and sister, that made us three, But out of us all, he picked on me. Who committed the crime, it didn’t really matter, I was the one he’d reach out to batter. With fist that were hard, at my body he tore, Leaving me battered, black and blue on the floor God, what did I do, was I really that bad? Didn’t I deserve a sweet loving dad? The Devil was sent to reek havoc and pain, It’s no doubt a wonder why I’m not insane. An adult I am with the heart of a tiger, No longer a child, I’m a survivor. By KayEmDee