Hope Poem

Poem About The Pain From Child Abuse

I was abused as a child, and now as an adult I still struggle with the hurt and never getting an acknowledgment from my abuser. My past keeps me in bondage, and it's up to me to release the hurt and be able to move on.

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As a child, I was very abused by the man I always THOUGHT was my dad. He did things to me as a child, like put guns to my head, knives to my throat, kicked me, stomped on me, and even hit me...

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Lost In The Past

© more by Jodi

Published: June 2014

Searching for something that may never be known,
mental disturbance turns a heart back to stone.

Create memories alone in your head,
holding you hostage as you lie in your bed.

Fits of despair have blinded your sight,
awaken to find you are losing the fight.

Rays of sunlight lead the way,
hurts from the past only keep you away.

Deception has caused your faith to stray,
simple gestures are life's way to say...

Release the burden that's wanted your stay,
crumble your thoughts and throw them away.

Discover a strength to start a new page,
no longer alone slipped from the cage.

Bruised and broken, you now can see
a glimpse of hope that may set your free.

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  • Rick Wagner by Rick Wagner
  • 2 years ago

As a child, I was very abused by the man I always THOUGHT was my dad. He did things to me as a child, like put guns to my head, knives to my throat, kicked me, stomped on me, and even hit me numerous times with his fist and beat me with a belt buckle across my back and legs. Now that I’m an adult, I still have nightmares of what he has done to me. I have two children of my own, and I can honestly say I never whipped my kids because I’m scared that I might go too far and take me frustration out on them. With God’s help, I raised my children in a non-violent home, and I thank God that they turned out to be wonderful. I am proud of my children. They’re good wives and awesome mothers. I am thankful for that every day.

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