Author's Note: This is a short poem about a young child dreaming of another life without physical abuse.
In another life the pain wouldn’t stay.
The bruises would go away ,
And in the fields we would play.
You’d gaze up at me.
My hand in yours,
Beneath the trees.
But that’s not reality.
The bruises to stay ,
The beatings to pay .
And the pain just won’t go away.
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