Love

Whoever said life was easy was wrong. The walk in the park for me has been like walking on glass for me.

Years of abuse and pain, from "I love you" to "I hate you". 

From a made up face with makeup to a face with bruises. 

From unmarked skin to scars across my arms and legs. 

What had I done to deserve this life, to deserve this pain.

A father unloving, 

a significant other one after another abusive saying I will never be anything.

"You are nothing! You will never be anything!"

 

I should have taken my life, I was about to twice.

I felt your arms embrace me, warm and loving, a foreign feeling I had never felt before.

Bruised and cut you brought me back to life.

I was lost and broken,

I was blind and alone.

You picked me up and nursed me. 

My eyes shut for so long opened to see you're loving and warm eyes.

 

From then on I felt no pain,

the numbness I felt was no more.

You wiped my tears away and helped me stand tall again.

Mother, you are my saving grace; 

And for that I am eternally grateful.

That the only way I can return the love and favor is by loving you.

Mother, I love you.

My angel. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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