Best Poems Written by Christine Renaud

The Adult Child of Abuse

You came into our lives like a storm
We fear it's not the norm.
Our life has a secret past
We knew it would never last.
We wondered what you'd want from us
Maybe it's only out trust.
What you took was our soul
Our story never to be told.
We keep to ourselves out of fear
Our secrets you don't want to hear.
For when we expose our life
It is used against us in a fight.
Our trust we must keep hidden
For friends are forbidden.
Because you see, us children of abuse
Grow into adults of recluse.

We pray each day for peace of mind
But, we know that is unkind.
For when we try
All we do is cry.
Our pain is real
And our fate is sealed.
The questions we ask
We're taken to task.
So, here we are, feeling depressed
Again our thoughts suppressed.
Us children of abuse
That grow into adults of recluse.

You had so much control
You didn't know what you stole.
So much violence
Made us so silent.
A lifetime of waste
Was not in haste.
We thought you were strong
But we were so wrong.
Us children of abuse 
That grew into adults of recluse.

Life was tense
It didn't make sense.
So young of mind
We didn't know at the time.
Torn from family and friends
How can we ever fit in.
In a crowd we feel alone
So we flee to the walls of home.
Answers we always seek
But questions are ours to keep.
Our thoughts we can't turn off
We wonder does it ever stop.
Us children of abuse
That grow into adults of recluse.

We have so much to give
For we so want to live.
But over and over it fails 
Because of each of our tale.
Through the years there was tranquility
We know that sounds silly.
For when it comes we sabotage totally
But we go forward ever so boldly.
Us children of abuse
That grow into adults of recluse.

The abuser is often not caught
Never knowing what they taught.
A lifetime of pain and untrust
That will forever live in us.
So, we keep our feelings within
So others won't look in.
After all these years of unjust
Why does it still bother us.
Now it's the tail end of our lives
And, we have survived.
But all is good 
As it should.
Our mind and soul will heal
Our fate is not sealed.
Now you see, why us children of abuse
Have become adults of recluse no more!

Copyright © Christine Renaud | Year Posted 2018