The Beautiful Survivor

Memories of a pain that’s runs so deep
Memories of a child who often would weep.

For she knew pain, and she knew despair
They treated her like she wasn’t even there.

They were not parents, loving and true
Staying in her room, she was sad and so blue

She was so innocent, all she needed was care
Speak of her pain, she just would not dare.

She remembers his touch, the leer on his face
A look in her mind she cannot erase.

He was so scary, she hated him so
He touched her that day, she could not say no.

Four years old, so innocent and sweet
Often she felt like a waif on the street.

No place to call home, where would she go
Abused and forgotten, so many years ago

But there are memories hidden, but still there
Waiting for a voice and for someone to care

She carried shame for so many years
And with that shame came also many fears

These fears have plagued her even today
The memories have kept the secret at bay

Oh to rid of the memories, of this I pray
To be free of this pain, and make it go away.

My heart it is broken, remembering a past
Wondering each day, how long will this last.

Am I ready to delve into this hell?
Am I ready to speak, am I ready to tell?

Of a childhood that always was wrought with pain
Remembering the trauma, I have much to gain

So I sit here praying to the God up above
Who has guided me thru and showed me His love