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FROM ABUSE TO HOPE
by Florene Dillingham
I couldn't admit that I was
abused.
His terrible actions I always
excused.
I was supposed to just be a
wife,
A mere extension of his awful
life.
I was to cook and clean and
stay
At home and out of his way.
To only go out when he allowed,
To live under his very angry
cloud.
To smile when he belittled me.
To pray and wish I could be
free.
He pushed and hit and burned
me, too,
And yet, what was I to do?
He said I was useless, ugly
and old.
You finally believe what you
are told.
I had no more hope it would
seem.
My health was failing; no self-esteem.
So many years of depression
and pain.
In private my tears fell like
the rain.
Yet others could not see any
sign.
They all thought I was doing
fine.
When I escaped they were all
amazed.
He told them i was depressed
and crazed.
And so I lost my friends and
my kin.
My pastor believed I was in
sin.
So many will not not speak to
me.
That makes me sad as I can be.
Mor scars are healing over every
day.
My Lord always listens when
I pray.
I pray for the ones I left behind.
I thank Him for allowing me
to find
The kindest man I'll ever know...
My long-ago wonderful teenage
beau.
He came back just to rescue
me.
To give me a life that is and
will be
A delight, all safe and full
of care.
To love completely I finally
dare.
Never forget that, as you cope,
There is healing...and there
is hope!
I was in an abusive marriage for 22
years and now work
with the local police dept as a volunteer
peer counselor
for abused women. I have a support group
called Eagles' Wings.
Also, I have an on-line support group for
abused women.
You might want to link to my site. It
is called Angel of Hope's Abuse Help
http://mycomm.excite.com/mycomm/browse.asp?cid=77212
My childhood sweetheart and I have now been
married for three years.
I finally have a life.
Thank you,
Florene
Hope you enjoy this as much as I have enjoyed
some of your poems. I keep
this poem in my wallet at all times.
From Linda ......... in Canada!!!!! Thank you
dear friend !!!!
As my children were born, I wanted them to be perfect.
When they were babies, I wanted
them to smile
and be content playing with
their toys. I
wanted them to be happy and
to laugh continually
instead of crying and being
demanding.
I wanted them to see the beautiful
side of life.
As
they grew older,
I wanted them to be giving instead
of selfish.
I wanted them to skip the terrible
twos.
I wanted them to stay innocent
forever.
As
they became teen-agers,
I wanted them to be obedient
and not
rebellious, mannerly and not
mouthy.
I wanted them to be full of
love, gentle,
and kindhearted.
"Oh,
God, give me a child like this" was often my prayer.
One day he did.
Some call her handicapped....
I call her perfect!
Sent to me by a very good Friend .... Linda of Canada !!!!