POEM ABOUT GROWING UP IN ABUSE.

Growing up being hurt.

A short story about a young love that spirals out and the consequences of that “love”

Not accepting negativity.

Longing.

Abuse is not just physical it can be mental and verbal.

Even the soft whispers in my soul disappeared.

God spoke these words to me late one night when I was pondering over my past – just thinking about the many things I’ve been through…

Thoughts on changing the family dynamic.

Children learn by what they see.