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a poem about an abused child who learned to not be a victim of what had happened to them.


Submitted:Apr 4, 2012    Reads: 24    Comments: 3    Likes: 4   


Born again with a knowing of what once was,
born again to make a mark, but something went wrong!
Another entity within this realm,
abused their rights upon my small form.

And so for years I cocooned my mind,
to stop the tears and hide the fears.
Shadows formed from that lost place,
to haunt my sleep and waking plights.
My sight was blocked from my true path,
and choices made just fell apart.

Then, I thought of you, although you have passed, dear,
I thought of you, with a smile and a tear.
And I thought a thought of something bright,
and I thought a thought of pure starlight.
I shut my eyes and find the place,
I shut my eyes and see your face.
I hear your voice within my mind, so free,
saying that my own souls destiny is up to me!

So, I searched my soul and looked real deep,
and answers came that I could keep,
of a changing path to make me bold,
where signs are clear and come from old.
-Written By Robyn Brown





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