Mercy

I had not

known mercy.

 

18 years of abuse

cheated out of

love

care

protection

sanity.

 

The asylum didn't

know mercy either.

March was cruel with

nurses, medication, deprevation,

assault.

 

April brought merciless

events.

rape, betrayal, disownment,

suicide attempts.

 

The absolute shattering in my broken, longing heart.

 

May brought light.

A new family, 

A real hope,

Love,

mercy.

mercy.

mercy.

This poem is about: 
Me

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