STREETS OF PAIN

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For more than a decade, I lived in a toxic/abusive environment.
I survived by learning when to keep my mouth shut.
Now, I have a voice by writing about my experience through poetry.
This is my story, no longer silenced.
I hope it gives you the courage to do the same!
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STREETS OF PAIN ( Part One: Pieces of Me)

With blisters on my feet, I walked streets of pain.
No sense of direction or notice of time Dead-ends.
Locked gates.
I heard your voice in the distance calling my name.
My pace was slow.
I was weary.
No one stopped to query if I was ok.
My mind in disarray.
I am to blame.
It is I who must change.
Too young to know the rules of the game.
So I kept walking until I could walk no more.
Then I lay down on the road and let you goad me again.
Streets of pain, where the victims have no name.

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