I was always in the dark, but continuely fighting
Always afraid to fall asleep, and to let my head rest on the pillow
Living was and is hard, all the pushing, punching and biting
And still I sat there watching her beaten, he laughed like it was a joke
I held her, she held me
We were a very disfunctional family
When he took me from bed at night, he kept me in his room
Crying from hurt and fright
A young girl, from age three to age five
Abused and knew he was sick in the mind
She was just a little girl, so innocent
He took her innocence away
She had to always watch what she wished to say
Beat my mother, abused this girl
And finally mom let her hands curl
Fought back for her family
Fought for herself
She grabbed her kids
And ran like hell
The cops got him
Now he’s in jail
Me and mom hold each other still
Because the pain still kills
And even if he wants her wants her back
He never will
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That was really beautiful and you are a very good writer. Thank you love hope you’re in a better place now than when this all happened
Thank you. I am in a better place, but sometimes I keep looking back. And then I feel stuck in the past. When I look at my mom though, I realize that I didn’t just survive. I survived with more strength than I would have ever had.