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I was a wildflower
Blooming in the meadow
But a man came along
ripping me from my roots
planting me in his garden
I thought I was better off
I was watered, fed, and nurtured
I was safe from danger in his garden
But the soil was nourished with bad intentions
He was grooming me to be prize
I was only a little flower, he preyed on me with his eyes
One day, when he felt I was ready, he picked me out of the garden
Used me, until I was too old
He stopped watering me
Then when he was done he threw me away
And went searching for a new flower
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The Past You Never Heard: a collection of poems
PoetryA collection of heart-wrenching poetry from the perspective of a trauma survivor. Praise: "A heartfelt and thought provoking masterpiece of one woman's experiences. Her courage to share gives me a sense of my own courage and strength." -Hannah Walk...
