Poem - Rise above the abuse

Another little poem that I wrote tonight

You think it’s funny? You think I’m mad?
You have no idea what makes me sad

You can’t see the pictures in my brain
You’re not the one trying to 'staysane'

Don’t tell me to cheer up, don’t ask me to smile
If I told you my story you would run a mile

It’s amazing how your future is mapped
In your head - how the abuse is still trapped

If only I could rub these memories away
But in the forefront of mind they stay

The men are still torturing me even though they are gone

The touch of their skin, their breath and their faces
The daily reminder of their voices

Am I defined by the abuse of my past?
Will the legacy of my childhood last?

I had a choice to sink or swim?
To succumb to my past and let them win?

I’m better than them, I’m tougher than I seem
I’m not one of those perverts working as a team

I’m kind, I’m strong. I’m a successful mother
I put my children before any, - one other

Don’t let then win, don’t let them define you

Fight – find yourself, make yourself great
Live your life for today and don’t leave it too late

Your life is now yours treat yourself with care
Rise above this $#%^ you’re out of the lair