Where abuse finally goes to rest
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Childhood abuse

Where abuse finally goes to rest

I am held captive by what I won’t say, What I won’t remember, What I won’t accept

The way out is a pilgrimage; Back through places I do not want to go. Through a cemetery of the past Where the graves are half dug, The caskets are open And nothing is laid to rest.

If I take a bouquet of Lillie’s And pay the past my respects, Will I spend too much time repenting, For I am glad they are dead

Frozen in a permanent state of grief If I stay trapped though, Will I soon find my life becomes a coffin, Flanked by all that put me there And haunted by their untested souls.

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