Surviving Child Abuse
I often wonder, what its like
To be; A perfect version of the inner me..
Often in another land, dreams afar in Neverland. At night I creep up far away, beyond the stars ..... beyond the clouds.
Mr moon is where I be when the pain gets to much for me..
Escaping from the pain Of all the childhood memories..
It’s not a miss it’s not a gain to have survived the lasting pain.,
I often wonder, what it’s like
To be; A perfect version of the inner me
But then I woke to see..
I am happy just being ME