Truth Betold

The holes in my arms are deep and healed over, but the strain on my back from the weight on my shoulders, still causes me pain when I look in the mirror, The scars on face spell it out clear. I can turn from my past and plan for tomorrow, but where is relief from the pain and the sorrow. I stll smile everyday, grateful , no doubt! for the pain i am hiding, i placed high on a shelf Years have gone by, my children beside me, what of the grief i feel im still hiding, what of the lost time ill never regain, or the child lost to me i dare not speak her name Lord give me refuge, for i must seek shelter..... (unfinished)