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,...
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