Hatred for the hurting

There you lay

Crying in a place

Where no one could touch you

Their cruel barbs went in

Lodged deeply under your skin

While your cowering tells a tale

Of having power stripped

They hurt you so deeply

And hatred lived

Under the skin

For all of it

But in the end it was

Never about you

That is why you must

Dry these tears

And start to move

Into a place where

Time allows you to

Throw off all of these shackles

Remove the barbs

Start to live

In harmony with the stars

Acknowledging and tending the scars

That gave birth to you