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Poems from Survivors
This area is poems written by survivors from all over the world. Some were written by children or teens. Permission was granted by the poets. If you have a poem, or poems to add to this page please contact me at: small_0ne@hotmail.com
The wall of hurt
The wall of hurt grows tall.
Its hard to break away.
Brick by brick has been laid,
After each hurtful day.
The love inside is insurmountable;
For each and everyone.
But the wall of hurt just can't be broken down. Try as I may, I can't let anyone in .
The love will be hurt again and again and again. Its easy to have a wall of hurt,
Its protective in many ways.
But to all of you that I love
I'm sorry it has to stay.
Maybe brick by brick it can be lowered.
Slowly in everyway. So maybe someday
All my hurt will go away.
When I have tried to let you in,
The trust gets broken again.
The wall of hurt is bonded strong.
It would take a long time of loving and caring and understanding to break it all apart. So for now I'll stay the way I am with the love bottled in my heart.
WRITTEN BY: Lynda
NO TITLE:
Many many moons ago;
When I was very young,
We had a loving family,
My life had just begun.
Our family it got torn apart,
Reasons beyond control,
Who was wrong; Who was right.
No one really knows.
Life went on; It did not stop,
I grew up anyway.
I married the man I loved;
My Dad gave me away.
We may not of kept in touch.
Many years have come and gone,
I have two children of my own.
And now they have grown.
Where oh where do all the years go
People get mad; People get sad.
But the love; it never goes away.
Thank god we have Jesus Christ
To take our sins away.
He cleanses out our souls
and he helps on our way.
If he can be so forgiving,
Where did we go wrong.
Forgiveness is a small word,
But very hard to do.
My dear Dad, I have always
forgiven you.
Please forgive me for my mistakes,
I wish we could start anew.
I guess what I want to say.
IS POP I LOVE YOU !!!!!!!!!!!
WRITTEN BY: LYNDA
*TEARS OF A LAMB:
In a damp dark crawl space the little girl hid,
Holding inside every scream that she had,
As she relived all that evil man did,
Her small body still shaking so bad,
She had gone to the smokehouse to check on her lamb,
On a cold, snowing, winters day,
She was only 5 so she couldn't understand,
Why he attacked her and life went astray,
She only felt darkness where she was now,
She just knew she had to hide,
Trying to wash away the pain somehow,
With more tears than she had ever cried,
She knew him so she felt totally betrayed,
She had always trusted him before,
She couldn't move, she was too afraid,
Feeling she would be now forevermore,
For months and months she hid there,
Each time her mom sent her to play out in
the sun,
She really didn't think she had a prayer,
Her life was sure no longer fun,
So she grew up never trusting her heart,
True happiness she just couldn't feel,
It had literally torn her life all apart,
Now only the emptiness seemed real,
She never felt she was special to know,
She never felt smart, never pretty,
To this day she cries whenever it snows,
Probably always will, what a pity.
written by: Debby
PLEASE HEAR WHAT I'M NOT SAYING
Don't be fooled by me... Don't be fooled by the face I wear. For I wear a mask, a thousand masks. Masks that I'm afraid to take off... and none of them are me. Pretending is an art that is second nature with me... but don't be fooled... for God's sake, don't be fooled...I give you the impression that I'm secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without. That confidence is my name and coolness my game. That the water's calm and I'm in command, and that I need no one... but don't believe me... Please don't... My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask... an ever varying and ever concealing mask... Beneath lies no smugness... no compliance... Beneath dwells the real me... in me confusion... in fear... in aloneness... But I hate this... I don't want anyone to know it... I panic at the thought of my weakness, and I fear being exposed... That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind... a nonchalant, sophisticated facade... to help me pretend... to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation... my only salvation... and I know it... that if that glance is followed by acceptance... and if it's followed by love... it's only acceptance and love that can liberate me... from myself... from my own self-built prison walls... from the barriers that I so painstakingly construct.
It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself, that I'm really worth something... but I don't tell you this... I don't dare... I'm afraid to... I'm afraid you will think less of me, and that you'll laugh... and that would kill me... I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance and love... I'm afraid that deep down I'm nothing, that I'm just no good, and that you will see this and reject me... So I play my game, my desperate, pretending game, with a facade of assurance on the outside and a trembling child with in... And so begins the parade of masks... and my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything that's really nothing and nothing of that which is everything, of what's crying within me... So when I'm going through my routine, do not be fooled by that I'm saying... please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm NOT saying, what I'd like to be able to say... what for survival I need to say... But I CAN'T SAY.
I dislike hiding... Honestly I do... I dislike the superficial phony game... I'd really like to be genuine and spontaneous, and me... but you've got to help me... you've got to hold out your hand even when that's the last thing I seem to want or need... Only you can wipe from my eyes the blank stare of the breathing dead.
~Unknown~
*I NEVER SAW IT COMING
I saw the hate in your eyes,
the hurtfulness in your words,
I saw the anger in your voice,
and the meanness of your steps.
and
I stayed.
I saw the gun pointing at me,
and the fear in my heart,
but you still played
with me.
I saw the look on your face
when I stood up
to you.
I saw the chambers were still
full,
I had made sure
they were.
imagine the face I had seen,
when you
found out.
I was crazy he said,
but I didn't
care.
I had taken
enough.
So the bullets came out,
and you put the
gun away.
Funny,
I never saw that coming.
~UnKnown~
"Misty"
My name is Misty
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made
Made my daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can'tspeak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks arent home
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound,
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor
My name is Misty
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
~Unknown~
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