Forgiveness is in the hands of individual hearts,
sometimes being given, more often not.
Feelings hurt, tears falling, staining self-esteem,
never finding a way to find comfort from the abuse
being given.
Circumstances always essentially the same, yelling
screaming, verbal, mental, and emotional.
Falling upon innocent ears and minds, taking a toll
on a child, filling them with endless fears and
stress.
Taking away their mental stamina and physical health,
marring the childhood they were supposed to have.
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Forgiveness is in the hands of individual hearts, nice message and lovely thought thank you Rose