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 mari_sam
Joined: 3/13/2005
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Child AbusePage 5 of 8    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8)
FALLEN CRADLES

Children lost, in the dark
Hidden scars with unheard fears
Stolen innocence, ripped away
Broken hearts with unseen tears

Always having dreadful thoughts
When awake, and in their dreams
Overlaying their darkest visions
Yet, never covering all the screams

Sam
 Real_heart_real_girl
Joined: 12/28/2004
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Child Abuse
Posted: 5/7/2005 4:56:24 AM
Upon the looking glass she would stare
Never seeing the true person there
Her angelic heart no longer did sing
Troubled pasts broken wings

Pain abundant hurting so bad
Overcame the life she once had
Taking control pushing her fast
Away from the good from her past

This life she lives is a lie
Wanting to do nothing more then die
Then the pain would cease to be
The truth people would be able to see

She was once so beautiful and strong
Until he came to treat her wrong
His fists would fly hard and fast
For days the pain would seem to last

The internal pain was harder to cope
No longer having any kind of hope
Of finally being able to be free
This she no longer did see

One last time the fists flew by
No longer the need to hide and cry
Her angelic heart again did sing
Pleasant past mended wings...

Miz
 mari_sam
Joined: 3/13/2005
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Child Abuse
Posted: 6/1/2005 6:53:18 PM
DISTANTLY STARING

Little child in the rain
Distantly staring, through the pain
Sees nothing, but in her mind
To all other eternity, she is blind
Replaying the memory of the screams
Unending nightmare, so it seems
Would rather sit out, as it pours
Then to return to the pain, from indoors
All alone, with how she felt
As her tiny life, began to melt
No one there, to comfort her
No one knows, what does occur
Cold and scared, inner voices silently cry
Until her storms, pass her by

Sam
 mari_sam
Joined: 3/13/2005
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Posted: 7/21/2005 12:15:50 AM
Longte,

Powerfully written!!!! Good to see this thread back on top where it belongs.

Sam
 fellfromheaven
Joined: 4/22/2005
Msg: 77
Child Abuse
Posted: 7/21/2005 12:28:31 AM
Her childhood mirror image was shattered
Did daddy love her was all that mattered
Maybe if she was prettier or funnier,or smarter
Maybe if she could be pretty just once in his eyes
Maybe if she could silence the scream
Of pain in her innocently painted eyes
Maybe if her mother sings her one more lullabye
Maybe one day it will all be ok
She doesnt want her daddy to go away....or anything like that
Only in her dreams
She finds solace
She is a princess in a tower
Far above the screams
And the view is much more beautiful alone
Up here it seems
Maybe if he realized he was wrong
Things would change
And mommy and daddy would fall in love again
The walls that surround her
This house
Wasnt on a strong foundation built
She carries the guilt
On her frail little shoulders
Crouching like a tiger
Hiding in the corner
5 years old and full of shame
Spoiled brat and Bi*ch are not her first name
She wonders in her childs heart
If her world will fall apart
As the words and anger suffocate her
Caving in
She dreams her little dreams
Where real life has worn thin

Just a spontaneous write from me:) I hope thats ok.Great thread..Hugs,Kat


 fellfromheaven
Joined: 4/22/2005
Msg: 79
Child Abuse
Posted: 8/8/2005 12:00:24 PM
Your such a doll^^ I feel the same kinship twards you.I actually came in here to see what you contributed to this thread because you and your writing rock!Youre so genuine and expressive.I just want to say the saddest thing about abuse is that sometimes people succumb to it and wear the labels forever.I understand how people fall into that because its so hard to move past the people who are supposed to love us most,and protect us telling us were nothing.(our parents)The thing is ,if we can take our pain, and instead of internalizing it..turn it outward and unleash it to create something beautiful..then even the deepest pain and wounds can be turned into something incredible.(poetry)I dont think parents do it on purpose to their children.They are just wounded themselves. (Ive finally realized the name calling ect wasnt about me being nothing,but my father feeling like nothing himself and being in pain..not that it makes it right.It helps to let it go when I realize it was never about me)Ive learned to forgive the things that have happened in my past...but sometimes forgetting is another story.I have a little girl now..and I never forget to tell her how brilliantly she sparkles and lights up a room.She is growing up with strength self esteem and confidence..I had to find my own.If I had a chance to change certain aspects of my childhood,I dont know if I would.Its enabled me to be very strong,empathetic,and compassionate tward others...and maybe just maybe,I wouldnt be who I am today if that hadnt happenned.Then again,maybe just maybe I would be even more successful today.Ill never know...What I do know,is for anyone who has been abused...Dont continue to beat yourselves up and believe your nothing.Thats just perpetuating the same abuse on yourself we all know is so wrong.Love yourselves..live free and prosper.Were all so beautiful in our own ways!Love yall,Kat PS I know this isnt a poem and I hope its ok I added this:)I also hope this helps to give somebody strength and comfort.Mwah!The writes in here are amazing!
 fellfromheaven
Joined: 4/22/2005
Msg: 81
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Posted: 8/8/2005 1:11:40 PM
It takes such a brave and wonderful person to share the way you do Ladydi You give me strength and comfort too..I love you girl!Mwah:)
 sctrrdr69
Joined: 12/28/2004
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rainbows in the moonlight
Posted: 8/15/2005 2:22:32 PM
I just found this thread by accident, I hope it continues and catches peoples attention. Child abuse IS aserious roblem, and more people need to do something about it. I was abused as a child in the day when it was ignored, it doesn't HAVE to be ignored any longer. I belong to BACA (Bikers Against Child Abuse) and physically protect kids going through this. There are more and more organizations popping up to help these kids and try to stop the cycle of abuse, please, support these organizations, and if you suspect, report child abuse.I'll get in trouble for doing it but our website is BACAUSA. check it out.
 mari_sam
Joined: 3/13/2005
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Posted: 9/20/2005 5:57:20 PM
Ladydi,

I look up to you
For what you’ve done
Hopefully a better life
Has now begun

Things get harder
Now that’s its out
He’ll try to intimidate
Without a doubt

Protect yourself
As best you can
Write everything down
Throughout this span

As for family
They may be torn apart
As for the child
You’ve saved a heart

We all know
What’s right or wrong
I’ll pray your worry
Won’t be long

For a child can not speak
Adults are their only voice
So on behalf of the child
Thank you for your choice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sam
 sctrrdr69
Joined: 12/28/2004
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Posted: 11/2/2005 3:50:12 PM
soo glad to hear that Di... it took decades for me and my dad to even try to get close, but we are now...people like us have had to learn loooong term patience, but God does see that in us.... (I have an exceptionally high tolerance to pain too, could tell you some stories)
 ltliving
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 120
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Posted: 11/15/2005 9:41:31 AM
God Bless anyone who has had to suffer through any kind of child abuse. I have not been through it but my best friend did and I was inspired to write this for her.


All Alone

As her parents slept peacefully in the other room,
she felt the power of sickening doom.

The blackness seeped into her every pore,
to pretend she was sleeping was more than a chore.

This evil presence was a family friend,
trusted and loved til the very end.

It wasn't real, it was only a dream,
the ugliest of nightmares that end with a scream.

The demon drained her of happiness and joy,
never to trust easily again, any other boy.

No one to turn to, family or foe,
no one believed her so very long ago.
 ltliving
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 122
Child Abuse
Posted: 11/16/2005 5:35:41 AM
Thanks Lady Di! You are a great inspiration for many people. God Bless.
 KittyBratt
Joined: 9/10/2005
Msg: 123
Child Abuse
Posted: 11/16/2005 1:00:30 PM
i was sexually abused at 12 yrs old by (my moms bf at the time.. which is now her husband).. to make a long story short... today I have forgiveness for him in my heart though he doesnt know.. i have forgiven him long ago.. but my mother... well.. this is for her:

So Afraid To Be Alone

Ur naked body, mother, I held onto tightly after running up the stairs. It felt gross but i chose to stay sitting between ur legs trying not to notice ur pubic hairs.. oddly enough.. I felt safe there... because in the doorway he now stood.. looking as guilty as he could.. when moments ago right downstairs he spit out his first outrageous lie: "wha.. what.... where am i?" sleepwalking?! I think not.. but im still shocked... that u never let me keep any doors locked.. and now his exscuses u ****ing bought!
You spent a hundred grand on two hot shot lawyers from Florida to come defend the man that would jack off to thoughts of banging ur 12 yr. old child!!! You even picked up the phone and for the operaor you dialed.. wanting me to be psycho-analyzed... told the psychiatrist i was making up lies.. begging them, "help her, please!" as if i had some kind of disease.. then u sent me off to live with my oldest brother for a while... but then u brainwashed him and my other brother too.. so much like u, they became indenial.
Had no choice then.. moved in with dad. The next 10 yrs. ive been living quite sad.. and even wondering at times if I should have just made ur boyfriend glad.. shut up and been greatful for all that i had.
You have a 5 yr. old grandson you don't even want to see..
(http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/collegechickstacy/detail?.dir=d81f&.dnm=511f.jpg)
Even though he's now confessed to what he did to me. My dad knows u really well, though, and he explained as best as he could and he says to forgive u, I should, because u supposedly mean well and silently my happiness u actually condone.. it's just that u suffer from a wreched fear.. ur so afraid to be alone.
 KittyBratt
Joined: 9/10/2005
Msg: 125
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Posted: 11/16/2005 6:24:21 PM
to ladydi8
Those are the sweetest words that have been told to me in... well.. years. I've been told kind things.. but in the end it was only b/c someone was looking to gain something in return. This was actually the first time I felt an impact from a kind comment... because I know it was genuine. Thank You.
 ltliving
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 133
Child Abuse
Posted: 2/16/2006 10:30:35 AM
I know this is posted in my thread also but just thought that it needed to be here too.

Cage

Locked up and staring through cold metal bars,
A little naked boy covered in scars.

Curled up in a ball, frightened and scared,
Sobbing softly and wondering why no one cared.

Skin and bones, bruised and battered,
A heart barely beating for it was thoroughly shattered.

He gazed out of the grimy window into the night,
And focused on a shiny star so bright.

His intense pain and sorrows withered away,
For a higher power enveloped his body that day.

He was taken from the hatred and cruelty given,
In a chariot of abundant love he was driven.
 unbroken
Joined: 3/1/2006
Msg: 136
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Posted: 3/4/2006 12:47:26 PM
I started writing and drawing when I was a teenager to escape the abusive life I was living. Sometimes I look back on what I wrote then and can't believe I actually thought it was good, but I like to think I've gotten better. Some of the stories I wrote, one in particular comes to mind, amaze me that my teacher never even got it. His comment at the top of the front page was, "you really got into the mind of an abused child". I can laugh now at that, and haven't spoken to my father in over 20 years. Some people say I should forgive and forget, but I say forgiving is for those who want it, which he doesn't.

In the past few years, my poetry became more lyrical than prose, so I thought I'd share one I wrote about myself, and it's called "Not Sold Separately".

Not Sold Separately...
When I was just a young boy, I learned my lessons hard,
I was always told to watch my back, And to never drop my guard.
I tried to prove I was a man, But one day when I was older,
I finally noticed all the chips, That I had upon my shoulder.

I used to have so many friends, But they disappeared one day.
With no one left to watch my back, I felt alone in every way.
It wish I had a second chance, To learn how to be a friend,
My father sucker-punched me, When I dropped my guard again.

Raised by a man who did no good
He'd break me down any way he could
Yes the story's real, It's not told easily.
So you've got to take the rest of me
If you want to see the best of me
It's a package deal, It's not sold separately.

That was thirty years ago, And today things aren't the same.
I try to change the way I feel, But I'll never change my name.
Sometimes you can push me over, Other times you'll lose the fight,
It doesn't matter much to me, if I'm wrong or if I'm right.

If today you find me quiet, But tomorrow I come on strong,
Please understand I'm trying, To change what I know is wrong.
Those lessons that I learned so young, have been haunting me for years,
But today I know I'm a better man, because I learned to shed my tears.

Raised by a man who did no good
He'd break me down any way he could
Yes the story's real, It's not told easily.
So you've got to take the rest of me
If you want to have the best of me
It's a package deal, It's not sold separately.

Yes, it's a package deal, It's not sold separately.

© 2002 MSh
 Real_heart_real_girl
Joined: 12/28/2004
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Posted: 3/4/2006 2:17:40 PM
I recently wrote a poem that stirred up somethings, alot of people keep the blinders up so that they don't have to accept that these things are reality and alot of people go through it....My heart goes out to the people who have suffered abuse of any kind physically, mentally and even emotionally....

I wrote this awhile ago, I thought it fit here...

Broken Wings....

Upon the looking glass she would stare
Never seeing the true person there
Her angelic heart no longer did sing
Troubled pasts broken wings

Pain abundant hurting so bad
Overcame the life she once had
Taking control pushing her fast
Away from the good from her past

This life she lives is a lie
Wanting to do nothing more then die
Then the pain would cease to be
The truth people would be able to see

She was once so beautiful and strong
Until he came to treat her wrong
His fists would fly hard and fast
For days the pain would seem to last

The internal pain was harder to cope
No longer having any kind of hope
Of finally being able to be free
This she no longer did see

One last time the fists flew by
No longer the need to hide and cry
Her angelic heart again did sing
Pleasant past mended wings...

Miz
 unbroken
Joined: 3/1/2006
Msg: 140
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Posted: 3/6/2006 10:14:23 PM
Throughout my life I had a feeling,
That something just wasn't right.
As years went by, they started revealing,
Those memories of long lonely nights.

I remember the time I rode someone's bike,
And my father ripped the shirt off my back.
You just can't imagine what it felt like,
To be so innocent and still get attacked.

Or the time my teacher sent home a note.
She claimed that I was talking in class.
But it didn't matter, those words that she wrote,
He just needed a reason to whip my ass.

While all my friends had gone on vacation,
I sat alone in my room every day.
You'd think I'd be excited with anticipation,
When I was finally allowed out to play.

But this story I tell, as I sit here tonight,
Is my life, the only one that I've known.
It doesn't matter if it was wrong or right,
What really matters is if I've grown.

Some people still ask me about my past,
Then I hear "forgive and forget" til I'm numb.
But I don't remember it to make the pain last...
...It's just a reminder of how far I have come.
 cassidy182
Joined: 3/6/2006
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crimson
Posted: 7/26/2006 9:12:08 PM
These poems are pretty powerful and I commend every one of you for being able to express your emotions to us this way. Thank you.
 tranquilrose
Joined: 4/24/2008
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Posted: 7/11/2008 2:44:35 AM
There is NO EXCUSE for child abuse
It is unforgiveable.
Inflicted by the depraved
On the innocent.

Taking from the total being
That which can never be returned,
To its pure and untouched form.
Leaving a victim for a life time.

A victim crying and confused
In later years
Feeling guilt, hate, anger.
Self mutilating.
Wondering why

Someone older who should have been
Trustworthy, loving and nurturing,
Crossed sacred boundaries
Without right or consent
Leaving a legacy of pain and destruction.
 longte
Joined: 7/19/2008
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Posted: 4/9/2010 7:04:54 PM
Someone very recently reminded me of this poem
So now it is back

I took the memories and pain and put them in a box
I thought they'd be safe in there because of all the locks

So then I walked away from them and tried to live my life
Just walked away from memories and into hate and strife
My life was torn and ripped apart in oh so many ways
And most of my relationships lasted only days

The silent screams inside my mind were dragging me to hell
One day was love.. the next was hate.. never could I tell

When finally I found my love I found it hard to trust
In the recess of my mind ... the locks began to rust

Then tiny fragments from the past slid into my head
One hour I'd want them for my love.. then I'd want them dead
All the love that I was shown I'd turn to hate instead
And all the time they fell apart...those boxes in my head

It was always something different that changed me every day
A look...A touch..A smell...A thought...I'd never know the way

We'd be sitting down to dinner and they'd just smile at me
And a rusted box would slip one out... A hated memory
A smile I knew was full of love...would drag out childhood fears
A night that promised so much love would sadly end in tears

So if you have the thought you can keep things in a box
Remember please what I have found.. You cannot trust the locks


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