This poem is a dedication to my dear friend TRASK. He stands beside me in
the battle against child abuse. Thank
you TRASK for being my friend.
Wounded Angels
Crying in their dark corners
Bruised and bleeding
From another attack
Some lay in their beds
Hungry and afraid
Their fetal postion
Holding the fear in
Their hearts screaming
For release
Their bodies aching
Sore and broken
Wounded Angels
Watching out the window at
Other kids at play
Knowing they can't go out
Because no one must
See the bruises
No one can suspect or
Mama will be mad
No one to help or care
If only life could be
Like the little kids at play
I fear he will never know
Wounded Angels
Afraid of hearing footsteps
Scared of the door opening
Knowing the rage
That is sure to be there
Tears never stop
Their flow
Only pain and suffering
Hate mixed with terror
And utter darkness
Is the world
Of our wounded angels
Wonderfully touching and heartfelt write! Thanks for being a champion against child abuse, and also thanks to Trask for doing the same. The world needs more caring people like you and Trask! :( (((HUGS))) and much love, your friend, Karen Lynn in Texas.
Great compassion as always from your beautiful heart.
I'm reflecting on another way angels are wounded...by not being recognized.
Our children are here so briefly...we need to grab them and tell them how very happy we are for the gift of each one.
I'm the luckiest of men...for if I ever do forget to tell him...my son will be sure to grab me in a moment anyway. And when you are in a hug of love...it really doesn't matter who started it.
:)
John
There Comes a Time When And If Wounded Angels
Dont Get To (Grow Up) Live_
Now,Then With (God) Those Evil Perverted Bastards Get To Meet Our Wounded (Little Children) Angels In Eyes's Of (God)_
My Promise To All Wounded Angels; Your Accusers Get To Meet You ,i.e. No Where To Run Or Hide- I,TRASK Hold Their Hands While
You Cut Them (Hand's)Off_
As Human Being, Pervert Never To Ever Molest,Rape, Maim,Kill a Little Child Again_
This is a touchy and great write....thank u so much...you have a so caring heart Linda....All the best for you and trask....cheers....BHUWAN
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on July 30, 2003
There is nothing worst then a child being hurt. This is a painful write that has been well done.
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on July 30, 2003
This is soooooo extremely touching a write...for both our children and Trask Linda! I hope you and Trask never give up the fight to help our abused children and put a end to this horrific plight!
BEAUTIFUL AND TOUCHING!!!!!
((((Hugs))))
~Nikki~
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I'm reflecting on another way angels are wounded...by not being recognized.
Our children are here so briefly...we need to grab them and tell them how very happy we are for the gift of each one.
I'm the luckiest of men...for if I ever do forget to tell him...my son will be sure to grab me in a moment anyway. And when you are in a hug of love...it really doesn't matter who started it.
:)
John
Not only children get wounded...adults gets badly wounded too!!
Love
Tinka
Jack
Dont Get To (Grow Up) Live_
Now,Then With (God) Those Evil Perverted Bastards Get To Meet Our Wounded (Little Children) Angels In Eyes's Of (God)_
My Promise To All Wounded Angels; Your Accusers Get To Meet You ,i.e. No Where To Run Or Hide- I,TRASK Hold Their Hands While
You Cut Them (Hand's)Off_
As Human Being, Pervert Never To Ever Molest,Rape, Maim,Kill a Little Child Again_
Revenge Is So Sweet,Ain't It Neat!!!!|
THANK YOU, Linda-
Your True Friend, TRASK
BEAUTIFUL AND TOUCHING!!!!!
((((Hugs))))
~Nikki~