Let the healing begin..

You cursed me, you beat me, you hit me with things;
The marks on my tiny body, only hate brings.
You locked me in closets, you pulled out my hair;
You did things to me, and you didn’t care.

You said how you hate me.. I was a child of just three;
I shouldn’t be here, you wanted to be free.
My head hit the wall till finally passed out;
And I didn’t know what, it was all about.

Why some people do this…I don’t comprehend;
I’m not even smart enough, I can’t even pretend;
I can’t figure out why, you hated me so;
And why you didn’t choose to, just let me go.

You beat a child head in, some people say;
That you damage the brain..and then they just stay;
at the age of that damage, no taking it back;
And now they won’t have, the skills that they lack.

But I’m kind of lucky, God sent me a man;
Who cares enough about me, to just understand;
That I am unique, in my own special way;
Because the healing began, on our wedding day.
Written by
Eleanor M.Sorrentino-Peterman

Let the healing begin..

PapasGirl

Tucson, United States

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