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She Won!She is the little girl in the story, Battered abused and scared, Hiding her hurt from the world, Giving screams like you've never heard! Everyday she remember as a child, Pain and fear were her life, Beatings, fear and torment, Were the trials of horror and strife! One day he went too far, He beat her black and blue so bad, That he beat her into a mess, And this was so very sad! She grew up in fear and sorrow, Torment was the name of the game, And she went sick each time she heard… Her father shouting her name! Every night as a child she would sob, Until her pillow was soaked in tears, No matter how she wished it would stop, She could never get rid of her fears! He always left her beaten and bruised, So hard she cried and sobbed, Her childhood wasn't a normal one, For of her childhood she was robbed. He never showed remorse, For the pain he inflicted on her, And whenever there was a reason, Her father was always there… Ready to beat her black and blue, And strike fear into her heart and mind, A father who was supposed to love her, But instead a monster was all she could find. One time he beat her so bad, He thought that she had died, Full of remorse and guilt you think? When after it was over he cried! He never showed true remorse, For it was all false, just all show, For every time it happened, The ‘remorse' would surely go! What kind of love is that? Horror, shock and pain to instil… To make her fear him every day, And her love for him he'd kill! Love, that's not love at all, To beat you to within an inch of your life, To instil in you so much fear… And to have you live in torment and strife! Every day as a child she wished… That he would love and care for her… But all she got was beatings and pain, Did he really care! After he would beat her black and blue, Next day he always cried, And at night he said he would dream… That he beat her until she died! She hid her hurt from the eyes of the world, And she lived in a fantasy life, Where she could dream of sugar and spice, And a happy life without strife! So cocooned inside her mind, Her body wearily wracked in pain… He would cry, but why did he…? For he knew he would do it again! What kind of life is that? What kind of love did he convey? What kind of torment did he instil in her? What could he ever say…? Nothing, he could never say anything, To undo the hurt and pain and strife, That bound her up so tightly, For the whole of her younger life! Crocodile tears in a false heart, This is what she saw and felt… And every day, she died inside, And died a little more with every belt! He punched and punched and punched some more, And he never let up or eased back, All he did was harm her… And she died a little more with each smack! Always no matter the reason, He would always beat her some more, She would writhe in agony and pain, As she was beaten to the floor! She would beg him to stop, So then he would beat her again, A vicious circle that couldn't be broken, Why did she have to live with this pain? He loved her he said, but did he? She had no concept of that emotion, How could she know, when it was never on show? She didn't know of true love and devotion! Learnt behaviour she'd heard it said, But no, it stopped at her feet, It wasn't going to live on in her… For she beat back the flames of defeat! So the little girl grew up and relived her past, And no, she has no guilt and no shame… It wasn't her fault, it never was… She vowed it would never happen again! They say in time you learn to forgive, And to forget and go forward in life…! But is that so, can it be so… Can you forgive that fear and strife? Some things can't be bought over, Can't be washed away with the tide, Sometimes it's impossible to do, When you think back to the tears you've cried. Time can't be taken back or be reversed, You can't shed off all that strife… It's not so easy it's so very hard, To forgive that kind of life! Did the punishment fit the crime? No, for there was no crime at all… No excuse, no reasons why… No justification for beating the child so small. She wanted out of this horror, Wanted an end to the pain and strife… She wanted it so, she cried for it so, She cried for the end of her life… She wanted what she should have had, A father who loved her so… But she didn't have love, she had evil, Beating and bruising was all he could show! She would hide inside her mind, Dream dreams inside her head, And all the time, whishing… That she would wake up…dead! But she didn't die, she prevailed, And grew stronger every day, Until the day came, and she would leave! For she knew she couldn't stay! She grew stronger and strived to go forward, And to make her life good and true, Made learnt behaviour a thing of the past, For it's the only thing to do! Forgive him, yes she can! For yes, she has moved on… Its finally over, she rid her past… She did it, believe me, she won!!!! The Epilogue She now has a life full of love, And a daughter who has a loving life, No matter her past, it won't happen to hers, For she left behind all that strife! ...Tracy... The Happy Ending! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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