Abuse and Hope

Abuse and Hope

By: Tracey Criswell Wilson

In 7/7/7/5 syllables

My life was on the wrong path
so abused and neglected,
I thought all my hope was gone.
I heard hell calling.

There was truly no escape,
I ran all different ways,
they all led to a dead end.
My life was over.

I prayed to God to save me,
to help me cope with the pain,
to bring me a miracle,
I felt like dying.

Then from up above came hope,
lights were peeking from a storm,
at once, some prayers were answered.
My eyes held promise.

I know how hard abuse is
there is hope out there for us.
Truely above all is love,
mainly love for self.

We have to put ourselves first,
and know that we are worthy
of love and not to be scared.
The help is out there.

It takes a lot of hard work,
and many tears we will cry.
But our lives are ours to rule,
now that we are grown.

There still are times that are hard,
and happiness comes in waves.
But at least it now exists,
where once there was none.

Being happy was a dream,
but now it's reality.
It's out there for all of us,
never give up hope.

01/04

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