Words hurt when written <br />from the chore of the heart <br />Where pain resides <br />Hidden in the folds of memory <br />They sometimes fester and die <br />The shocking secret of a child <br />I had to dig deep <br />I had to convince my soul <br />It was okay <br />That secrets could be revealed <br />Once buried deep and safe <br />Away from prying eyes for years <br />Behind the veil of hidden tears <br />I used to smile <br />Mask in place <br />hiding from my devastating past <br />My child mind convinced it was my fault <br />Never wanting them to know <br />My innocent life shattered <br />Shards of mirror reflecting <br />the emptiness inside my soul <br />Never trusting <br />A fugitive in life <br />I roamed lost in confusion <br />Running away from ugly truths <br />The voice inside whispering <br />A trembling soul <br />Wasted years and growing old <br />But now I know <br />I remember his evil mind <br />The cold blue eyes <br />The monster of my dreams <br />The wasted years <br />And I know it was not my fault<br /><br />chantelle ribeiro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-was-not-my-fault-a-poem-for-abused-children/
