A poem about: Growing up wasn't easy I had to raise…

Growing up wasn't easy I had to raise myself up from the age of sevenI fell into a abusive relationship which I took for seven yearsI was always alone When I was sixteen a month before my seventh I was a mum and so proud to have someone I could finally love and cherish Seven years on I met my amazing partner yes we have our ups and downs but he's there no matter whatFour beautiful babies I love and cherish There's a pattern of sevens in my life I've had the worst life from birth to forty-five But I will tell you I'm a fighter and a survivor I am traumatized and have lived in hell I fought for my life and I will continue to do so for my children's lives

In shadows deep from age of seven,
I tread a path not lit by heaven.
A world unkind, I raised my voice,
Through trials harsh, I forged my choice.

In love's cruel grasp I lingered long,
Seven years where right felt wrong.
Alone I stood, a silent plea,
Year sixteen dawned, you came to me.

A little soul beneath my wing,
A love profound, the songs we'd sing.
Seven more, and hearts entwine,
A partner true, a love divine.

Children blooming, fourfold grace,
In their laughter, my resting place.
Patterns woven, seven's thread,
Life's worst storm, but never fled.

From birth to now, a fighter's tale,
Through shadows deep, the light prevailed.
A survivor's heart, though marked by pain,
For my children’s smiles, I’ll rise again.

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In shadows deep from age of seven, I tread a path not lit by heaven. A world unkind, I raised my voice, Through trials harsh, I forged my choice. In love's cruel grasp I lingered long, Seven years where right felt wrong. Alone I stood, a silent plea, Year sixteen dawned, you came to me. A little soul beneath my wing, A love profound, the songs we'd sing. Seven more, and hearts entwine, A partner true, a love divine. Children blooming, fourfold grace, In their laughter, my resting place. Patterns woven, seven's thread, Life's worst storm, but never fled. From birth to now, a fighter's tale, Through shadows deep, the light prevailed. A survivor's heart, though marked by pain, For my children’s smiles, I’ll rise again.