Abuse Poem
To the hurting child in each of us who've suffered the horrors of abuse.
Inner Child
©
Kate
Hello Dear Jesus,
It’s been a long, long time.
I hope that you still know me,
I’ve been hiding quite awhile.
I know that you know all things
Still, I think I should explain,
The reason I’ve been hiding
Is because of all the shame.
I know that I don’t look so great
For meeting up with you
But I hope you understand
I’ve been alone since I was eight.
You probably see the dirt marks
And smudges on my face
But it seems no matter how I try
Some things can’t be erased.
They say that eyes are windows
That peer into the soul.
I’m afraid that if you look there,
You’ll find it dark and cold.
I’m not sure why it is, Lord,
But you won’t see any tears.
I guess they’ve just been locked up
Inside me all these years.
I know that limp and lifeless
Is my unruly hair.
I guess that’s just what happens
When no one really cares.
And if you ask a question
I won’t have much to say.
I’ve found that no one really wants
To hear me anyway.
And if you care to listen,
Sit quiet and you’ll hear
How hard my heart is pounding.
That’s because of all the fear.
You’ll notice that I wrap my arms
Around me all the time.
I do that for protection
Of the things that should be mine.
See, not so very long ago,
Without an ounce of care,
Someone took away from me
Things I never meant to share.
And if you find I tremble
When you come close to me,
It’s because of all the dreadful things
That someone did to me.
Jesus I’m so sorry
If these things have saddened you.
But when I cried out to you
You never told me what to do.
I know that in my mother’s womb
You created me
And I can’t help but wonder
Is this what I was meant be?
They say that you are everywhere,
With each and every one,
But it seems that on those dark nights
You left me all alone.
They tell me that you love me
And I suppose it’s true,
But Jesus, please remember
That he said he loved me too.
It’s been a long, long time.
I hope that you still know me,
I’ve been hiding quite awhile.
I know that you know all things
Still, I think I should explain,
The reason I’ve been hiding
Is because of all the shame.
I know that I don’t look so great
For meeting up with you
But I hope you understand
I’ve been alone since I was eight.
You probably see the dirt marks
And smudges on my face
But it seems no matter how I try
Some things can’t be erased.
They say that eyes are windows
That peer into the soul.
I’m afraid that if you look there,
You’ll find it dark and cold.
I’m not sure why it is, Lord,
But you won’t see any tears.
I guess they’ve just been locked up
Inside me all these years.
I know that limp and lifeless
Is my unruly hair.
I guess that’s just what happens
When no one really cares.
And if you ask a question
I won’t have much to say.
I’ve found that no one really wants
To hear me anyway.
And if you care to listen,
Sit quiet and you’ll hear
How hard my heart is pounding.
That’s because of all the fear.
You’ll notice that I wrap my arms
Around me all the time.
I do that for protection
Of the things that should be mine.
See, not so very long ago,
Without an ounce of care,
Someone took away from me
Things I never meant to share.
And if you find I tremble
When you come close to me,
It’s because of all the dreadful things
That someone did to me.
Jesus I’m so sorry
If these things have saddened you.
But when I cried out to you
You never told me what to do.
I know that in my mother’s womb
You created me
And I can’t help but wonder
Is this what I was meant be?
They say that you are everywhere,
With each and every one,
But it seems that on those dark nights
You left me all alone.
They tell me that you love me
And I suppose it’s true,
But Jesus, please remember
That he said he loved me too.
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I read your poem and I got really touched by it, I'm crying while writing this...
I've never been molested, I can never understand what you go through every day, dealing with the pain. But my best friend was molested by her step father during all her childhood, and this poem really helped me to understand her a little better. Thank you.
I'd like to ask a favor for you: I'm a young artist, and I made a drawing about child abuse for an Student Organization that fight against child abuse here in Brazil. I really wanted to put your poem together with it, is that okay? We would be really glad if you accept it.
Thank you very much. Again, your poem is beautiful.
Joana, Brazil Submitted May 2011
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Angel Submitted Jun 2011
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I am Kate, the one who wrote this poem. I am sorry for the pain that you have experienced. No one should ever be hurt in this way. You are never to blame for the way that people hurt you. It is actually quite common for those of us who are abused to be abused by multiple people. This is not because it is our fault but because we become more vulnerable and our sense of inhibition becomes somewhat distorted. I want to encourage you to tell your therapist or another adult who feels safe to you, about your cutting. Cutting is a very natural response to abuse but it is not healthy. You CAN learn to cope without needing to cut. Trust me on this and tell someone, okay.
Kate Submitted Jun 2011
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Lucretia, Alabama Submitted Sep 2011
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We have many that have suffered abuse in many forms with us and use negative coping mechanisms. I believe her poem has already touched people and I think her words to go with it may be able to do even more.
Melissa ''sin'' Ledger, United States Submitted Oct 2011
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I am Kate. I am sorry that I am slow to see this. I do not look at this site often but maybe I should. Please feel free to reference my response to Angel. The purpose for submitting this poem here is none other than to allow for others to know that they are not alone. Abuse very nearly destroyed me, my hope in anything good, and my trust in the human race. But today as I write I can say that I have not only survived abuse but I have overcome it. Many years of abuse did not get me, I won. I believe that many others can also overcome the mighty beast of the past and so I invite you to use my words to help anyone who can benefit from them
Kate Submitted Nov 2011
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Kaitlynn, New Jersey Submitted Dec 2011
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I just want to thank you for putting the unsaid feelings of people like us into a powerful poem.
Matt Submitted 7/21/2012
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