I did not shrivel, I did not die

You thought you could destroy me
That my beauty would shrivel and die
You told the world I failed to really see
The ugly I hold when I lied

A world as cruel as you made it
After each touch upon my being
Sour words that left your lips
My life, you said had no meaning

I did not really shrivel or die
I went away to gain my strength
To out your every single lie
Yes, I went to every length

Like a flower, I blossom
I lay myself out in full glory
A flower that cannot be forgotten
While I’m here to tell my story




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Debra Reay

Writer, Poet and survivor of childhood abuse! Author of poem's~A Child Unloved, Soul Destroyed and more recently, The little girl in yellow bows.