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This woman survived
Alone in the woodlands away with my thoughts
I lay down on the grass and think of all that is good:
It’s hard at times to be positive and assert.
When pain inside rises you can’t stop the hurt.
Memories linger; they tend to bide time
Surfacing when least expected
- making the strongest cry.
I watch the clouds floating high above
Evoking memories of a lonely childhood.
I look to the undergrowth and remember the days
When they were my savior and kept out the rain.
Often I would sleep under the stars
To stop him hurting me -
humiliation went too far.
I know I was bad: I always rebelled
From the beatings he gave, from the way he
would yell.
The nights were the worst; in the dark he
would roam
Visiting my room, making me atone.
Nobody heard him - I suffered alone:
I dreaded my nights in his three bed-roomed home.
I left the city young -
returning today.
Many years drifted by taking bad memories away.
Once again here invokes pain and distress
Of the evil that was forced and a life I detest.
No more a child, no more can he hurt:
My memories opened, my emotions more assert.
I sit up and notice clear blue skies,
I know he will never beat me -
this girl has survived.
Now I am grown he must face what he's done:
Let’s see how brave he is when the accusations come.
A lowly man - a
bully - a
thug,
He took my Childhood innocence and love.
I see clear blue skies floating on by;
Gathering my thoughts I walk with pride.
He may have stolen my childhood, and more,
But I am grabbing back my future and slamming my past’s door.
by Sharon Wallace
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