Abuse Poem

The Effects Of Abuse Later In Life

This was a part of a very long journey for me as I dealt with memories of abuse as a child. It was therapy for me to write.

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Small, Little Child

Holly Federle ©

Published: February 2018

Small, little child with her eyes open wide
Can't understand why it hurts inside.
Poor little girl just stares into space,
Transports herself into another place.

Small, little child becomes someone else.
Someone stronger, faster, someone who can yell.
Poor little girl never really gets away,
Just blocks it out with clouds of blue and gray.

Sad, young wife, with her eyes open wide,
Can't understand why it hurts inside.
Poor young woman just stares into space,
The small, little child locked in a hiding place.

Sad, young wife has learned to hide her pain.
The others are silenced to make her feel more sane.
Poor young woman can't seem to remember much.
She can't quite afford to feel his loving touch.

Sad, young woman, with her eyes open wide,
Can't understand why it hurts inside.
Poor young woman is now all alone.
She can't figure out how she lost her happy home.

Sad, young woman never really lived,
She could never really trust; she could never really give.
Poor young woman, the small child inside,
The demons, the lost souls, no one ever tried.

The small, little child, with the young woman's face,
Her eyes open wide, no longer see this place.
Poor young child, burning in hell,
She could not scream, she could not yell.

The small, little child, with the young woman's face,
Took her secrets to the grave; there was no saving grace.
Small, little child, with her eyes open wide,
Can't understand why it hurts inside...

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