Shame A Survivor Tale
Shame a Survivor Tale
In the depths of my past, a journey unfolds,
Reflecting on the seeds I've sown, stories untold.
When asked of my history, a tale I would spin,
Whispering admissions of perceived sin.
Born premature, in a world so cold,
From a mother addicted, her story untold.
Living in shadows, where darkness held sway,
A turbulent start, shaping me every day.
No words to father, mother, kin,
Nor siblings' ears to let their voices in.
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