POEM OF ABUSE

8 years have come to pass
Still I feel the glass
Slamming my head with danger
Into the table with anger
Shattered in my hair
Wondering how we got there

8 years have gone by
Since that horrifying night
The blood and the bruise
Screaming to let me loose
Seeing black, broken bones
I can't get out alone

8 years, one after another
The names that I can't utter
Stick inside my brain
I'll never be me again
The lies and the games
I'll never be the same

8 years later and I'm free
But a prisoner my mind will be
Each day I'll grow strong
Though the process may be long
The worst is passed and gone
The best has yet to come