(At six years old my stepfather raped me)
(It destroyed my youth,warped my twenties)
(I attempted suicide in my forties,was basically)
(A shell in my early fifties until my second grandchild)
(Was born,the second I picked him up I felt a massive)
(Weight lift from my shoulders,I cried uncontrollably)
(An energy ran through my body that re-started me)
(My children had never seen me like this before)
(I became the husband and father I should of been)
I was. Born....Raped...Lost....Reborn...
When barely six years old,he walked into your room,
A night that changed your life forever.
From viewing this world in awe and grace,
To only remembering an evil ones face.
For forty six years your life was not your own,
A cloak of despair and a veil of selfishness worn.
A wife and three babies did not bring any release,
Too deep within his own pain and with no real peace.
Every excess in life tasted, tearing out your hair,
When even breath became, way to much to bare.
An end to existence was attempted more than once,
Doctors tried to help,but you just stared with no response.
A light then shined upon you in your lowest darkest hour,
Eight pounds two ounce, brought you a surge of power.
His tears he could not hold when first he held him so,
promise from that second,two new births would now grow.
Four years have now past, it seems so long ago,
Happiness and purpose walked firmly through My door.
My saviour....my grandson...
But just one regret, too long lost to evil....