Crowded grocery store
People rushing by
Hoping they don't see
A grown woman cry
I still see his face
Engraved in my mind
After all these years
Peace is hard to find
Panic consumes me
I'm drawn into the past
Crying on bloodstained sheets
Heart beating fast
Teddy bear falls to the floor
A six year old can't fight
My screams of pain went unheard
Swallowed by the night
The shadows simply watched
Innocence ripped away
As my teddy bear slept
And night turned into day
Cigar smoke filled the room
I can't forget the smell
As I lay on crumpled sheets
In my own private hell
Crowded grocery store
But I feel so alone
Except for the feel of his hands
And the stench of cheap cologne
The presentation of "Only The Shadows Heard Her Cry" is an valid act of healing for in the sharing of the violation, the sufferer allows us all to take on the burdens of the victim's soul.
Every person who reviews and comments on this piece makes the statement, "Yes, I hear your cry. I feel your pain. I will help bear your cross." And soon there will be so many of us that the victim can move on by forgiving her innocent soul and acknowledging the event as a circumstance in her life that permits her to grow. Now our dear suffering woman may begin life again, ab initio.
My dearest Sister in the Lord Linda you are constantly in my prayers and the healing will come. God is your Father and He will avenge all evil done to His children and His justice must and will be served. I feel the pain in this poem and the healing of the little girl or grown woman to the honor and glory of our Father, God. May peace never cease. Rev. Michael C. Jones/the dancing poet.
Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on September 10, 2008
This is so real for far too many, blessings, Holly
It takes courage to put these feelings into words, to be read and commented on. Beautiful writing and very sad at the same time.
Happiness always, Stuart
Childhood experiences are critical elements in one's life as an adult. Expressing your emotions in ways that are not harmful is the best skill to cope with feelings. Thanks for sharing this experience in well-penned poetry.
I will call this a documentary poem. Its deeply moving and heart wrenching and you combined all five senses into it. The repetition makes it complex and surreal.
Thanks for sharing
Alain
Reviewed by Stan Grimes (Reader)
Reviewed on September 5, 2008
Linda your poetry keeps getting better and better. This definitely is one of your best. Keep it up.
A jaded cold case investigator finds himself trying to solve a thirty year old mystery when the skeletal remains of two missing teenagers are found in a national park.
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Every person who reviews and comments on this piece makes the statement, "Yes, I hear your cry. I feel your pain. I will help bear your cross." And soon there will be so many of us that the victim can move on by forgiving her innocent soul and acknowledging the event as a circumstance in her life that permits her to grow. Now our dear suffering woman may begin life again, ab initio.
With love,
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
It takes courage to put these feelings into words, to be read and commented on. Beautiful writing and very sad at the same time.
Happiness always, Stuart
Thanks for sharing
Alain