I have had.
Some were good, though most were bad.
Physical and sexual abuse occurred
And madness and sadness reoccurred.
I feel as though I'm on display as the messed up school girl here to stay,
but they will never know
how I will grow
and be someone some day.
So look at me in dismay
and you discourage me for the last time today.
Moving Beyond Bad Memories
Thank you. What a powerful, moving poem. I truly hope you have grown to become who you dreamed you could be. There is plenty of beauty left in the world for us all to find and time to create...
Published: June 2011