In honor of my mother.
I write this poem today…
as feelings overflow…
with so many things to say.
For sweet heart-ed she was…
with a kindness in her soul…
and though many struggles in life…
few stories were ever told.
For she was loving and honorable…
and I’ve considered very brave…
with many things she endured…
with its stories carried to her grave.
And in many ways I’m like her…
though my story will be told…
for the cycle of abuse must be broken…
to be free of it’s stronghold.
For generation after generation…
it’s acceptance is passed down.
And it was not till God rescued me…
that a Peace was finally found.
For I was broken by abuses…
varied in my different ages…
but now I have written about…
how brokenness occurs in all stages.
For the brokenness as a child…
carries through in later life…
becoming…
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