The past is a cage
with steel bars that bind.
Something I once thought I
could leave completely behind.
A never ending loop
pulling my soul
from down below,
deep deep below.
A stigma placed upon me
one that follows
A consitant plan.
I survived,
it made me
Who I am
But who I was
brands me,
belittles me,
makes me seem the monster
I swore I could not be.
Abused equals abuser
in the eyes of the law,
Yet an angel was I given
to soothe a broken soul.
Never an unkindness
could I bear
to give her,
Never a harm
could I do her.
Because I survived
I am labeled
dangerous to her.
A system that ignored me
Now must force me into
following its every
Minute command.
Her best interests be damned.
She still needs me,
and she needs the strength
that is so very hard won,
But for her I fight
an uphill battle
that seems lost
before it is
Onset.
