From my abuse cast by tormented darkest nights, 
My childhood danced to my stepfather's cruel delight.
By burning my finger's and using broom handles.
Abuse's tendrils wove a web so tight, 
Yet within such pain, my spirit took flight.
Through words unspoken, pain found release, 
In verse, I found solace, a sanctuary, my inner peace.
Each line a testament, my heart's gentle lease, 
Healing the scars, granting my soul's release.
On ink-stained pages, I sculpted my pain, 
Forging resilience from wounds that even now remain.
With every poem, I broke the chains, 
Embracing the power that healing sustains.
From darkness emerged a phoenix, reborn, 
The pen my sword, with courage my birth.
No longer defined by the terrors once borne, 
I found redemption, my spirit untorn.
In verses woven with hope and might, 
I bloomed, like a flower in morning light.
Though scars persist, I now stand upright, 
A testament to strength, a survivor's respite.
Through shattered fragments, a voice emerged, 
Echoing triumph over battles submerged.
With each poem written, my spirit surged, 
Defying the past, my soul now converged.
I am the poet, a survivor's decree, 
Transcending anguish, setting myself free.
Through words I conquer, my truth, decree, 
For poetry is the salve that mends me.                
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