Life is luck enough

Abuse takes toll, but it doesn't take me, life appreciated for it could have been worse!

I've washed my skin to bleed

Bled my soul of life to speak

I've covered hurt with humor

Wrapped tightly in a sheath

All that hurt  it still seep's

 

I've Hidden beneath the mask

Slowly freeing from this grasp

I've spoken word's to heal the pain

Silently hideing, invisable scars remain

All the truama poisoning something sane

 

I've wished my childhood away

Engulfing adulthood, it's still here today

Tugging heartstrings, stealing all emotion

Holding memories, repeating all the motion's

There is no cure, no magic healing potion

 

I've left it in the past, only it surfacing just as fast

Approaching times of happiness, flashing back surpassed

Racing through my thought's, upon one's little action

I don't think I'll ever rid this devastating distraction

Once abused, freedom from it, no satisfaction

 

The earthly roads, I travel forward

Seeking balance, unchained life I look toward 

I do not question the hand I'm dealt

I only know strength, in protecting my self

Too wish of freedom, life I've been given

 

I'm still here, I am still living.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Somehow, surviving abuse, I have found to be grateful for life, for every moment I have been given to breath! Though it may not always seem, once a thought has comeback, it plagues like a wartime disease, sticking with me throughout life and daily happenings.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard to forget. But we must move on and keep on living. I like the story and the reason for the poem. If we are alive and well. Must move forward and hope for good luck and a safe place to learn.
"I do not question the hand I'm dealt
I only know strength, in protecting my self
Too wish of freedom, life I've been given"
Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[ImagineItAll]

The fourth stanza is absolutely amazing. It was all incredible, but the 4th stanza really stood out to me. Maybe that is where it all came together while I was reading it. This is a beautiful poem, full of strength and tenacity. Very powerful.

[knightcall]

A few typos with hiding and invisible. This is a strong poem with a distinct rhythm to it. I would just fine-tune this a bit, it has a strong message throughout the poem.

[Daytonight]

Well done! Great rhyme and flow. It is something to be grateful for...surviving abuse. Keep on penning.