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Reclamation

No longer will I serve to be,
the sacrificial lamb your ego needs.

No longer will you project on me,
your perceived failings and misery.

No longer will I carry the guilt,
for the house of choices that YOU built.

No longer will you weigh me down,
with the wearing of our family crown.

No longer will I mourn the loss,
tally the scorecard, or count the cost.

No longer will you drain my light,
as you must face your own dark night.

And no longer will I seek your love,
because I have all I need from heaven above.

by April Bender
 Mood audio: Imagine Dragons - Believe

(This poem was written as an expression of inner releasing and clearing around issues of multi-generational childhood trauma and abuse. These are meant to be declarations to Self in the main as a form of release and empowerment, not a reflection of my love and compassion for family members.)

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