saga

I was forced to eat oatmeal as a child by my stepdad.
I would gag and daydream of days to come- freedom.
Lashes to the backside for a voice not so familiar- contradiction.
This life is the saga that legends tell of but exclude names.
The resemblance is all too recognizable but it is one size fit all.
The government turned its back on me by offering me a number to call for help,
But not providing witness protection.
Sagas are not always visible but rehashing from the primary source is epic.

Saga

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