When I was a child
Life was cosiness, rosiness and warm
I wasn’t planning far ahead –
But I was doing no harm –
The days drifted slowly by
And each was daffodil fresh and new
Every day I was greeted by a wonderland
Where the sun always shone
And the sky was always blue
My mind was never cluttered with numbers
That I would rarely use
I always knew where I was going to
And I never felt confused
Used or abused
And then … and then … at 10
Abused. Used. Confused.
A child no more,
but thanks to God’s good grace and prayers
although damaged,
I was able to work through the strife,
Leave the pain and the past behind,
Allow the travail of change
To lead to a fresh new life
And I not only survived and thrived
I forgave and accepted.
I hope this might help some fellow strugglers.
PAUL FARMER
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