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Abused No More

I sit alone and cry, “What have you made me?”
My soul entombed, destroyed, broken by your lies and lust
No longer a person but your toy
For you to hit, break, and trample into the dust

One by one, my friends, were torn away from me,
Stripped by your harsh words, cleft by your venom,
Now only my son and I remain
Clinging to the our faith in God and heaven

The words ‘Stupid Bitch’ replaced my name
A mirror of your own ignorance and insecurity
You slapped and hit me into submission until I was lost,
Now your creation, an empty monument to obscurity

Yet behind my back, you twisted your perversity,
Delving into my own family to build your sexual empire
Corrupting and tainting those I loved
For your own deviant gratification and lustful desire

In this darkness I found light, the power to run,
But you followed, to enslave me, once more, to control and own
You can destroy my material things but not me, not my soul
In my faith I have more power than you will ever know.

I still feel love, but not for you, the love you brought became twisted
A web of bitter entanglement that dragged me into the night
My world a blackness of hopelessness, fear and abuse
Where you drove out my essence and drained my fight.

I close the chapter turn the page, this book is written
Pages I will reflect on as I write my new start
This time will be different, this time, no compromise,
I will find a love eternal to heal the wounds you inflicted on my heart.

Posted: Thu Jul 2, 2009 8:00 AM CST