My Story [Part Two]
I was abused as a child,and now as an adult I still struggle with the hurt and never getting an acknowledgment from my abuser.
My past keeps me in bondage, and it’s up to me to release it and be able to move on.
To expand more about it is that As a child,I was very abused by the man I always THOUGHT was my dad.
He did things to me as a child,like starving me, putting knives to my throat,kicked me,stomped on me, and even hit me numerous times with his fist and beat me with a belt buckle across my back and head.
That man went more further to torture and frustrate my mentor and protector – our mother, which later led to her death.
Now that I’m an adult,I still have nightmares of what my father has done to me and our mother.I can honestly say I will never whip my kids because I’m scared that I might go too far and take my frustrations to them.
With God’s help,I will raise them in a non-violent home, and I pray to God that they’ll turn out to be wonderful.
I will be proud of them since they’ll be good wives,awesome mothers, wonderful husband and fathers.I will be thankful for that every day.
At times searching for something that may never be known causes mental disturbance that turns my heart into a stone.
Creating more memories alone in my head,holding me hostage as I lie in my bed.
Fits of despair blind my sight,awaken to find am losing the fight.Rays of sunlight lead the way,hurts from the past only keep me away.
Deception has caused our faith to stray,
simple gestures are life’s way to say.Release the burden that’s wanted my stay,crumble my thoughts and throw them away.
Discovered a strength to start a new page,
no longer alone slipped from the cage.Bruised and broken,I now can see a glimpse of hope that may set me free.
Continuation of My story