I was naive
and I was hurt
physically
emotionally
mentally
over and over
and did not know
how to stop it.
I thought I was the cause
I was to blame.
I couldn’t separate myself
from the circumstance
of abuse
until one day
it was almost
too late.
One last beating
and God’s voice
firmly guiding
me to survive.
I listened.
I followed.
I lived.
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Story of Survival