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Abuse
He said “it’s only words”
He said “I didn’t lay a finger on you”
He said “but calling names don’t hurt me”
She said “always words”
She said “a blow to my head”
She said “it hurts”
Emotional Abuse
You constricted and contained me
Confined my will by yours
You held me hostage for a lifetime
Suffocating; shutting doors
You blinded me; you stifled me
Suppressed me from within
You anchored me to your ways
To ensure that you could win
You couldn’t stand to lose at all
Nor could you just let go
So emotionally you kept a check
To limit me you know
You bound me with tight ropes
Invisible though true
That held me; took my freedom
Everything was about you
But now I sing a different song
That plays off brighter stave
A bird with wings no longer clipped
In essence I’ve been saved
With a spirit now released and free
With choice there in my flight
No tethers to your grappling ways
No leash that holds me tight
And you? Why I care I don’t know?
But sad you seem so lost
Unable to see what you’ve done
The price; such high a cost
For now you pay your penance
How much? Nobody knows?
For the truth that rumbles deep within
Won’t sleep or find repose
And my prayer? I pray you’ll recognize
I pray you’ll see just where
You went wrong and will never do
Those things again – beware!
I pray that I will have the strength
To rebuild; to survive
To live the life I’m worthy of
One where I will then thrive
And then I hope you’ll disappear
From the contents of my mind
Instead being replaced by thoughts
More wholesome and more kind
For life is for the living
Not the dead as you made me
For though you took my soul captive
I now claim liberty!
The Aggressors
Ahead a-top the barren hill
With grave of child in tomb
Taken ahead his time by hate
His soul snuffed in full bloom
His life taken so miserably
By words, by deeds, by they
Who persecute and strip him down
In the clear light of day
They, that twist deep in the knife
To maim and pierce his heart
Neglecting him and calling names
Sheer spite that they impart
Their inner loathing quite outplayed
No kindness; so forlorn
Compassion gone as they beat him
And steel his future dawn
And who are they by venom’s might
With terror constantly
The aggressors who wear him down
Til he hangs from that tree
Get a rope! Hangman’s noose hanging from the tree at the ‘ghost town’ of Corlew’s Silver City in remote Bodfish, CA (kernvalley035xy) (Photo credit: mlhradio)
The Dog Pen
I sit, I stare, I look, I see
Through wires that chain my liberty
Through cage constraints and padlocked door
I sit, I wait, I wait some more
I knock the bowl of water there
I ruffle bedding with no care
I hide behind the fenced enclave
I need to yowl, to bark, to save
Myself from here as master calls
My leash tied up – on floor I fall
As man’s best friend I want to cry
Out loud with pity, left to die
In pen outside the hearth and home
No longer free to run and roam
No longer free to play at will
No longer cared for, left all still
I pray that soon he’ll forgive me
My father man and set me free
Untie the ropes, unleash the chain
And let me in his heart again
And then the world will welcome me
For I’m a child, not dog you see
This is a based on a true story retold by two children locked in a dog pen as punishment for bad behaviour when they were younger. It affected both of them differently but specifically for years afterwards it led to a breakdown in what otherwise could have been a very special relationship. However, they are not alone in their trials. It could equally be the same for children who are barricaded in their rooms for hours, sat on naughty steps, in emotional turmoil all alone for behaviour that might need dealing with but isolation and negative reinforcement such as this are inappropriate and rarely work in the long term more so understanding, compassion and a commitment to working through problems together with carers. Critically though it could so equally be the story of countless other children though who have constrained against their will in other environments; the picture of child slavery that still goes on today. We need to highlight this issue to STOP it once and for all!
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