A "Survivor"
A "Survivor"


It's time for me to put my load down
To cry those tears un-shed
To speak for myself as a child would
To have a good night's rest.
To stop screaming in the night
Dreams where I'm in flight
Hands and mustache reaching out to me
Holding me, poking me,
Scratching me, biting me.
Have to speak up
Have to first accept
Have to first acknowledge
Have to first forgive
Yes I'm a child abuse "Survivor"
And it wasn't my fault.