I may not have been in the fire.
But my soul was.
The moments.
The memories.
The pictures.
But what burnt down to ashes was what felt like a lifetime of abuse from my fathers hands.
Screams.
Broken glass.
Cries.
I may not have been in the fire.
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I Have More Than A Perfect Figure
Poetry"Strength, love, suffering and healing. The gritty surface of reality written down on every page. This is a heartfelt message to everyone who can relate to the tragedy of life experiences, trauma and relationships."
