Story book comes to a close….

I remember… and oh how I wish I didn’t…  instead, just walked through life tortured over the unknown… but at least thinking I had a family…

Things to remember… and that is slowing the progress on this road of remembering… for one simple reason….

I don’t want to close the story book on the family life I never had with a family that did all they could to destroy… 

That destruction of a small soul, who’s only desire, survive, because of her light…

I have been assaulted by the religious, primarily christians… and lately it is a reminder of when as a small child I was told to lie about my injuries…

Yet I don’t want to close that story book of make-believe family I never had… but my body wears to many scars that show their true feeling for a little girl…

I accept those scars… I accept that the story book must close for me to move on and live my life… I accept I have to close the story book that never was…

I have been fortunate to walk both sides of this path called life… and it is time I close the story book about a life, that never was… called…Family…

it’s time to find me…

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I Remember… Margie and when she became weary at 8 years old…

Sgt. USAF DAV