Everyday it seems like a struggle,no way in or out. so much wrong so much hurt with out a doubt . Time after time i wipe away my lonely tears. try to stand up tall and face my fears. I hope one day the sun will shine through never walk with your head down whatever u do. I try my best to keep pushing on, this is my struggle this is my song. try to walk in my shoes of what i go through i had to put my foolish pride to the side tell my fears to go and hide Raped and molested as a child my mind till this very day still runs wild . this my story and its time for it to be told i hide the tears as i look into my childrens eyes telling my baby girl mommy will protect you trying to hold my tears back from a soulful cry tis is my struggle this is my song
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Posted: Feb 2016
About this poem:
this poem is who i am i'm no longer a victim i am a survivor and i have a story t tell some maybe happy some may be sad but its better to be heard
Comments (1)
Or you asked for it,
Coz this sick society,
Is the devils playground.
I love it ...keep writing