Scholarship Plan

The door slammed

And it...was done.

The torture came to an end.

I no longer had to pretend

That my parents were my friend.

 

I suddenly began to feel

Something so surreal.

 

I felt free

Finally able to be

...me.

 

They took me away

So I wouldn’t have to stay

In a house where I was prey.

 

From age eight to seventeen

I was abused.

Constantly used

Like gum squashed by shoes.

 

It was when I faced adulthood

That I realized that I could

Overcome my childhood.

 

I learned a lot about life.

 

I ventured from home to home

Never calling any my home,

Until I got a message on my phone

That I have a home.

 

From hospital visits,

To group home living,

There was a spirit of giving.

 

Now I live where

I am treated fair

Shown true love and care

 

A home; my perfect pair.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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