ABUSE
The years of abuse planted a seed
That grew like an uncontrollable ****.
Tangled with hurt and sadness
Buried alive inside
Thorns of anger grew through her skin
Too much to keep buried within
So painful no one could come near
As seasons changed
The weeds and thorns died
And seeds of wisdom, love
And forgiveness thrived inside
With skin so soft
And mind so free
She evolved strong and gracefully
as a beautiful dogwood tree.