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Me-Past and Present

Contributed by pixie on Sunday, 23rd May 2004 @ 07:58:54 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

I have been through so much in my short time here,
I have been driven by anger and filled with fear,
Suffered greatly at the hands of others,
Been so scared and paranoid I’d hide under my covers.

I’ve been fostered, adopted and put into care,
Been surrounded by others with tales of woe to share,
Raped and abused, by 3 sick perverts,
Engulfed in trauma and gone through immense hurt.

Lost my biological mother, Father didn’t want to know,
I found it very hard for my feelings to show,
I was a numb, confused young girl,
Who at that age shouldn’t of had a care in the world.

Turned to alcohol and drugs to numb my pain,
Run and hidden from things that were tearing up my brain,
Cut my arms to find some sort of release,
Tried to end my life so this pure horror would cease.

Picked myself up countless times before,
When all I’ve wanted to do is curl up and die on the floor,
Back then when the pain has been too much,
Onto a bottle of Vodka I would clutch.

But not now, now I am stable,
A very strong young woman who’s ready and able,
Here to face whatever life chucks my way,
Standing here smiling and welcoming each brand new day.

I am one of life’s survivors, here to tell the tale,
The story of my life, which hasn’t been a plain sale,
I am free from all of my fears and pain,
In one piece and completely sane.

Hear my words they are spoken true,
From a woman who has lived all this through,
And come out victorious the other end,
With this poem of prayers and hope to send.

Copyright Â© pixie ... [ 2004-05-23 07:58:54]
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Re: Me-Past and Present (User Rating: 1 )
by bernard on Sunday, 23rd May 2004 @ 09:21:32 AM AEST
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A brilliant poem of a woman that has survived most of what this life has to offer. I am impressed at your steadfast attitude. I take my hat off to you. Hugs from bernard.

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