Reflection

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  • Michael87024
  • ok, she came home for a "visit", but does that mean she is staying? Not likely....

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This is a true story of mine. I thoroughly believe that children should NEVER be abused whether mental or physical. I lived through the worst kind of pain a person can know, emotional pain. The physical, and mental cannot lay a finger on the emotional abuse. Dad, I don't understand you, but in lieu of the circumstances, I have let go and forgiven all trangressions. They ate me alive for 30 years, no longer will I be quiet. This, my poetry, my writing, is my therapy. When you go before God almighty, I pray for your soul, for he is just as unforgiving as he is receiving.

Reflection

Walking down the street, catch a glimpse,
corner of my sight, distracted, off guard.
Childhood all but vanished, blink of an eye,
seething with shame, struggle, fight so hard.
That hurts, why are you yelling, stop hitting,
I did what I was told, please God let it stop.
Welts, bruises, splintered marrow, all over,
do I deserve this hell, no one does, surely not.
Severe head trauma, mental as well as physical,
destruction, deconstruction, degraded, defaced.
Emotional scars never quite heal, they just fade,
the scars I wear will not let me forget or replace.
Pupil meets pupil, monster ignites, child cowers,
what did I do, please tell me, I can make it right.
Eye contact made, mistake, crunch, dizzy, black,
as I lay crying, silent prayer, God please, let me die tonight.
Snap, back to the street where memory blurred,
catch the culprit responsible, reflection in a window.
Across the street a father shows his love,
much like mine did, gladiator, landing his blows.
As I watch, palms bead, twitch, I fidget,
I can't let this atrocity go on, make a choice.
Tag number, make, model, video phone, 911 I dial,
caught, convicted, child liberated, through my pain.
Advocate, Voice.



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Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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