Abuse

I get these feelings, times I'd rather not have although it lays in the past. Moving on taking it day by day the blues pop up in mysterious ways. Flashbacks come and go simply trying to keep it under control. Knowing it's there is so much to bare. I may be more of a free spirit than before. Letting it all go so hard to do. It's stuck onto me like glue. I didn't ask for it, it happened anyway. Abuse comes in all forms. It left it's mark. I carry it around. I'm tied, I'm bound. God knows it all. He's getting me through. I'm letting him to walk me through the abuse.