Then, I Was Beaten.

He had me under his thumb, broken to mold however.

He fed me lies to live upon, or seek death to escape it.

He told me I helped him, but all I can see

Is that I held him back from himself,

Held him down; but abused and neglected by his hand,

I was told too much in error, to unfold and break

Even more for his own use.

How dare he. How dare I--No...

It was his fault, another deadbeat I saw something in.

Appearing like a diamond, I should have known.

He was rubble and ash; the fire to burn my bridges.

Now, I'm left rebuilding old ones, brought to a standstill

When my family doesn't want a thing to do with me.

New ones assembled by shaky hands,

Strengthened by a health, a beauty, an angel.

Though I could never see it then,

You were always here, hiding in my heart

Even when I could never fall apart.

Author's Note

07.05.2014

Reviews

[Vasi Isaac Masia (Ake)]

I love this I can see myself in.
Very meaningful