I Long For My Escape
Lately when I wake each day,
The sunlight hurts my eyes,
And when I think of yesterday,
I want to just curl up and cry.
The trauma of abuse is never fully gone from a person's consciousness. Its filthy stain leaves its residue on the soul forever. However, like all bad experiences, it is possible to turn this experience into good by developing compassion and empathy for others who have been through this experience. Many people feel that bringing meaning to a traumatic experience is a path to healing. When I turn a negative experience into a tool that brings meaning into my life and others, I am taking the best kind of revenge on my abuser.
Lately when I wake each day,
The sunlight hurts my eyes,
And when I think of yesterday,
I want to just curl up and cry.
Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby
I've also been abused when I was little not only me, but my little brother and sister as well. This reminded me so much but instead of being abused by my dad I was abused by my stepmother who...
He came into my life
when I was just a little girl.
I was happy and young,
And then he changed my world.
So many stories, and yet only one story repeated over and over again in different contexts perhaps, but we all share the crushing sadness of having someone we love betray us and leave us...
The road I have been down is really scary,
I'm making it... barely.
I stay so ashamed of my life because of it's past,
the memories are still here and I want them gone fast....
I feel sorry for you, words are not enough to express how much I appreciated your poem coz it was driven from life. I don't know what do you feel right now but I just wish for you to continue...
My name is Sasha.
My sister is Leigh.
I am six,
And she is three.
Hi...this poem is so heartfelt to me. I'm currently living with my foster parents from an abusive home. My past is full of rape, physical and mental abuse. I was also used for drugs by my...
Sitting alone under the night sky so black,
Nobody knows what she's holding back,
Pulling her sleeves past the black and blue,
Once these bruises fade they'll come back anew....
That poem very much ought to be published. Very heart wrenching. I am 53 yrs old. A man from a very abusive father. But I have 2 daughters and never ever laid a hand on either of them. ...
Tell me what I did to make you treat me so cheaply,
What did I do to make you so angry and make you beat me,
You could see I was broken up inside and you just threw me around,
You left me lying dazed on the ground,...
I was also abused and raped from 10-14. I got out to another home and was raped again. I tried to tell, but no one believed me, so I just kept quiet. I'm now 52. It still haunts me. my niece...
The frigerator is full of beer,
And the couch is full of crumbs.
I go to bed and in my head,
I just know he's going to come.
I used to be my brother's doll. It was just a game to him. He hurt me and would say he loved me. I covered for him for years, both because I didn't want to remember and because I knew no one...
The little girl lay so still
While you crept into her bed
She pretended not to notice you
While she sang into her head...
There is a reflection of pain in her eyes, as she fights back tears.
Trying to figure out why she has put up with it all of these years.
Innocence gone.
Just taken away. ...
This brought tears to my eyes. I went through something like this a few years ago. But this certainty touched me.