THE PAIN - A Poem About Child Abuse Memories that I wish could be mine A Daddy so caring,strong,so fine A man to admire, worship, adore A source of guidance, loving and sure A safe love: one that shelters and shields A wise discipline he gently wields But sadly these will never be true The man who fathered me was you The memories that I can recall Invaded my body, raped my soul A childhood innocence and trust Twisted and broken to serve your lust The taste, the smell, the look in your eyes The vicious words, the callous lies, My tears - your aim, my pain - your pleasure What memories for you to treasure! A little girl made to whimper and cower Was this your idea of masculine power? Evil the word, no other will do For the years of hell you put me through You hurt, despised, degraded and defiled You had total control when I was a child I kept your secret for so many years It burdened my life, walled-up my tears So long the pain Ive had to hide Repressed, twisted, buried, denied I let nobody close, no one could know For fear the badness inside me would show But soon Ill be angry, bitter and sad Grieve for the childhood that I never had Theres no turning back, I want to be free And find the woman I am meant to be The path is so hard though, the road so long I tremble and doubt, can I be so strong? I follow the flame of life inside Its burned so low, but never quite died. Susan Jane Smith.
Posted on: Wed, 07 Jan 2015 15:02:01 +0000