Ok, this is very personal. I have written numerous poems about my experiences but this is the first to be posted, about this anyways.
Love and beauty don't always go hand in hand Flowers don't always mean fresh and lovely smells A man by your side doesn't stand for safety and security Your hair covering your eyes doesn't mean that people can't see you Life happens Sometimes too fast to see but never to fast to feel No guarantees to be seen here No sureity that you won't suffer Noone really stops the men that demean you and hurt you Inflict their will on you Take what you should only ever give and at an age appropriate They are free to do it Over and Over You can't hide They always find you Go to your corner Quiet as a mouse But you aren't invisable The night finds you again And so does he No love No beauty No peace No lovely smells But he says he loves you But you can't tell anyone They can't ever know You can't stop the ugliness Noone seems willing to stop it for you What can you do You scream in your head all day long You cringe You shiver Your mind is exhausted Your biggest fear becomes the night No love and beauty found there No fresh smelling flowers You cry and cry Why is God punishing you You pray and pray asking his forgiveness again and again Save me, Save me You said you loved the little children Where are you God You have forgotten me Then the nightmares come The monsters hiding outside in the dark trees Waiting for you Attacking others in your stead Ripping off their heads throwing them to the ground Screeching and growling for you Every night is a new chapter It continues like a drawn out story You can't walk outside at night anymore You can't walk under trees. You love trees But now they are your enemy No love or beauty here One day you have had your fill Your heart is broken It can't take anymore The pressure is overwhelming Your body gives out You fall to the floor in a dead faint In the middle of school your in the floor They make you confide in them and take you home Home finds you no peace No answers He will stay Everyone loves him so What about me?? What about me?? He's left to try it again You say no more But now you have no home Your so young and alone Your mother says she loves you Love and Beauty don't always go hand in hand
You are a brave woman Rhonda
To find the courage to write about
a momstrous past as
But by doing so, some young lass
might read your work one day
and find the courage, to scream for help
An outstanding write to a heartfelt tale.
Rhonda, it's over now baby, now the hardest part begins, you have to come to terms with the aftermath. And not let it ruin the rest of your life. I know this because I have been there. I will keep you in my prayers.
This poem is so achingly real and emotionly wrenching that all who read it will feel the pain of that child and apploud you for you bravery in writing it.
Bobbi
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on January 25, 2006
My ex being abused from age 7. Is still in bondage to the pain it has inflicted. Not sure if her chains shall ever break.
To me this reads of someone who has been to the seventh circle yet is now at peace within herself. Of curse this is painful to read. But so very, very! brave to write. And in such a gentle and accepting way.
You must have gone through something I just cannot relate to.
Reading this my stomach churned and twisted with anger inside too.
The images and the school incident, I felt like I want to shout out help this girl someone, anyone!
Love and beauty can and should go hand in hand. May you find it and keep it. Never be robbed of it as you walk forward in life..
once again another poem on authorsden that i can feel and relate to. I really love and admire your words and the realness of life in this piece. I look forward to read more so with that said much love and respect.
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To find the courage to write about
a momstrous past as
But by doing so, some young lass
might read your work one day
and find the courage, to scream for help
An outstanding write to a heartfelt tale.
William
Love & Peace
This poem is so achingly real and emotionly wrenching that all who read it will feel the pain of that child and apploud you for you bravery in writing it.
Bobbi
To me this reads of someone who has been to the seventh circle yet is now at peace within herself. Of curse this is painful to read. But so very, very! brave to write. And in such a gentle and accepting way.
You must have gone through something I just cannot relate to.
Reading this my stomach churned and twisted with anger inside too.
The images and the school incident, I felt like I want to shout out help this girl someone, anyone!
Love and beauty can and should go hand in hand. May you find it and keep it. Never be robbed of it as you walk forward in life..