fragmented history

It was in my third year
      she abused me
And in therapy we’re finding
      pieces of three

Two more years she would have me
      don’t know how I survived
As I have discovered
      pieces of five

We then moved to a new city
      a new home – a new state
And for three years my brother    
      gave me pieces of eight

For two more years torture
      from him and his friends
But she left and got married
      at least one part did end

… somewhere deep in my mind there hide
      pieces of ten

From eleven to fourteen
      no memories exist
So here – no new pieces
      have been found to resist

Yet I wonder and worry
      we’ve unearthed something new
And my world – once more shaken
      by pieces
            of two

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