A story of my past

My mom always said to me don’t you cry,
heart break is unfortunately a part of life.
But something she didn’t ever recognize,
Was that my tears were never over a guy.

Spent many years without any light,
And was manipulated to believe abuse was a right.
Of a parent willing to keep everything in line,
So their child would never lose touch of sight.

I always thought it was something deserved,
Because I only spoke of truthful words.
Went through life never understood or heard,
And all of the hateful lashes flew by in a blur.

There were many nights all alone in my room,
Wondering if I was headed towards an impeding doom.
Because how could a flower have the chance to bloom,
If it started to wither and all the leaves were consumed.

But as an adult I freed myself of the brawl,
I took a chance considering I could fall,
I didn’t pick up the phone every time you’d called,
Because I knew in the past is where I had to leave it all.

You may be family but you caused me pain,
All of the scars on my body and soul remain.
It’s something I could never fully explain,
how you let a man beat me for his personal gain.

I’ll always look back from time to time,
On how I escaped that poisonous life.
And one day you will be tried for all of your crimes,
And I’ll be basking in my glory and prime. 

Because I didn’t let the bad shit ever get to me,
And created a life that wasn’t filled with misery.
I choose to wake up everyday joyous and happily,
And the love for myself will sprout out rapidly.