Burned, charred, and risen from the ashes. |
A child is born Unwanted, alone; She’s seen as a burden, No place to call home The rage, the fury She's done it again This time will be different This time it will end. The pain, the screaming She can't seem to stop Her skin is on fire The water's too hot The itching, the pain Alone in the room The hospital’s scary; It seems like a tomb The sorrow, the tears Unwanted again Her obvious scars Make friendship a strain The hardship, the struggles It all seems in vain Happiness is something She's learned how to feign The laughing, the crying He's broken her shell Now she has confidence Her fears he did quell The smiling, the joy Mine now becomes ours The love of her life Doesn't care about the scars *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Through tragedy and abuse, I've managed to come through. Not only am I truly a survivor, but I have been able to blossom and excel. My husband has been instrumental as of late in restoring my ever-wavering self-confidence. I've endured abuse, surgeries, foster care, adoption, and more loss. Despite my past traumas, I've been able to rise above it, and now work as a tech in the local Burn Unit in an attempt to help new burn survivors through their own experiences. |