Survivors Poetry

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Hidden secrets

No one knows,

Dirty lies

And violent blows.

My cries of pain

My silent screams,

And your cruel actions

Haunt my dreams.

For you to stop

I begged and pleaded,

But my cries of pain

You never heeded.

You hurt me more

You held me still,

You did sick things

Against my will.

As a child

I was bruised and broken

Of what you did

I’d never spoken.

Years have passed

From those days.

Yet bruised and broken

I remain.

Not alive

Not yet dead,

What you did

Left scars in my head.

In my mind

And in my soul,

What you did

Left a big, black hole.

And all the hurt

That you caused me

Made demons in my mind

To taunt and torment me.

You took my innocence

You hurt me so,

I trusted you

And you left me hollow.

In my mind

And in my heart

Your sick actions

Tore me apart.

I was a child

So trusting and so meek,

And you kept me

So afraid and so weak.

But now, daddy,

I know you were wrong

And though the pain won’t leave

I’ll fight and be strong.

Because what you did

Will not keep me broken,

I will stand tall

From my nightmares awoken.

I will grow

And I will try

To overcome the pain

My spirit will not die.

Though what you did

Hurts me still

I won’t give up

Or surrender my will.

For I know it now

I am a fighter.

For I know it now

I’m a survivor.

Anonymous.