I don’t think that I know who I am any more,
especially when my mind is raw.
My mind is raw from almost nineteen years of abuse,
I do try to walk away, I turn my back.
And give my self, much needed self respect,
But I have these triggers niggling at my brain.
I do try to forget the pain,
Why was I ever born.
I didn’t have a say in my creation,
None what so ever.
Some times I wish that I didn’t exsist,
A bottle of wine,
just makes it worse.
Have I been cursed?
who am I ?
Am I worth being on this earth?
And for awhile I remember that I am God’s child.
And I say to myself:
I am a mother.
I am a grandmother.
I am a friend.
I am me.
I am Dorothy Maude
and don’t you forget it, I certainly don’t.
I am glad I am me.
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