Craven by years of suffering
Inflicted with so much hurt,
Years of being beaten
By being told you have no worth,
No physical abuse is needed
When they’re inside your head,
You cower rather than rise up
Poisoned by the words they said,
We’re always hurting,
Their toxicity is burning,
Throughout our painful lives,
We feel so very wearisome
From all the tears we’ve cried,
Yet now in this moment
We finally glimpsed the light,
And there is now some salvation
And now the future is bright,
By we remain still hurt and craven
As if we were not with saving,
And that’s where we are right now.
fauxcroft 