Breaking the Cycle

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 Breaking the Cycle by Kristy Pickett

She felt the pain of a thousand waves crashing down on her,  

She felt the sorrow of doubt,  

Self-doubt. 

Self-hate. 

Her honor taken at such a young age. 

Her innocence gone. 

Life may be all the things you wanted,  

But for her, they have been forgotten. 

Finding ways to rid herself of the pain, 

Drugs.  

Alcohol.  

Sex. 

Nothing seemed to get her fix.  

 

The attention she craved was negative,  

Always negative. 

When she did find positive,  

She rejected it like poison in her skin.  

Harboring feelings of resentment,  

Left her angry. 

She felt anger. 

She felt pain. 

Always thinking, “Never Again”. 

Breaking the cycle of hurt.  

 

She found herself in a world that loved,  

A world with hate, 

For she thought she had been given her fate. 

Mixed emotion washed over her,  

And she knew,  

She had to let it go,  

To show,  

She was stronger than hate. 

One day soon,  

She will find her tune,  

Dancing at the beat of her own drum,  

And finally, she has won.  

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