|Child AbusePage 8 of 8 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8)|
|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...
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...
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.
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.|
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.
Someone older who should have been
Trustworthy, loving and nurturing,
Crossed sacred boundaries
Without right or consent
Leaving a legacy of pain and destruction.
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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