My Friends' Journies Through Poetry
The Wounds
Many of the wounds
Are felt at my core
I was just a child
He made me his whore
Another wound felt
Deep in my heart
The day that he touched me
My life fell apart
Love was not given
And I paid the price
A lamb at the altar
A supreme sacrifice
Giving my body
Any man would do
Sexual abuse
That’s all I knew
I thought it was love
All it caused me was pain
I hated myself
Looked at me with disdain
Remembering the child
So precious was she
A beautiful little girl
I was only three
A three year old child
Holding on each day
Living in this hell
No words could I say
Aching for love
A wound felt so deep
Alone in my room
Sitting there I weep
Please someone help me
Escape from this hell
There was no to turn to
There was no one to tell
Of an ache deep inside
Coursing thru my soul
All that he left me
Was a deep dark black hole