Shattered
A life shattered by physical, emotional and sexual abuse,I find pieces of myself surrounding me.
I tenderly pick up the pieces and look at them;
I wonder if I will ever be whole again.
How can I be so shattered and yet those who abused me
go on as if nothing happened, expecting me to forget and go on?
Why am I considered the "crazy" one when their
bad behavior left me in pieces?
Why am I to blame for their abuse?
What could I have done so "bad" to be abused as I was?
I will never get the answers to those questions,
but I will continue to survive,
I will gather my shattered pieces and slowly, painfully put the pieces back together again.
Then I will be whole and free of their power!
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