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You robbed me of my childhood,
My self worth and self esteem;
You kept me beaten down so long
That you almost stole my dreams.

I kept them hidden in my heart
Where you could never go,
And watered well by bitter tears,
They struggled hard to grow.

I broke the shackles that bound me--
Cold irons forged by the past;
From the anger, shame and sorrow,
I am free, I am free at last!

I really felt that one!
Strong wording,Liked the Poem.
Angie

Thanks! I wrote that one for a community forum on domestic violence/sexual abuse.

That is an awesome poem, very moving!

Seems real, like you lived it.
I can relate to it and you wrote it with authority.
great job.

It's very real to me!