Innocent,
a pure white rose bud,
not yet even in bloom.
Tender,
woman in gender,
yet a child's heart, mind and soul.
Just barely old enough
to hold your hand,
without stretching to reach.
You made me a toy -
a play thing
for your carnal, wicked delights.
You withered the rose,
painting it black before
it stretched to the sun.
I expected love, nurturing.
You took from me -
turning lover's passion
into child's pain,
child's shame...
And when I was old enough
to understand,
You added my body
to the bitter betrayal...
Eliciting pleasure's responses
I should not have experienced,
had no desire for...
I lived a childhood in Hell's Torment.
You shattered my soul...
I rebuilt it.
Through years,
heart battled mind,
soul warred against body.
I remain, no longer innocent,
but surviving none the less.
I took my battered form,
bruised heart and tattered soul,
creating a chrysalis of courage,
strength and will...
I cocooned myself away...
Until now.
I still have the memories,
yet I no longer feel the pain.
I continue with scars;
they no longer shame me.
I have walked away
from your betrayal.
I am firm within myself.
I stand tall...
Author notes
~I was a victim of emotional, physical, and sexual abuse, from the time I was 5 years old, until I was 12 or 13. I am, and have been, a survivor for over 20 years. I can never forget... but I can look back upon that time, and I no longer cringe from the memories. I have come out on top. It has been a long, hard road...
Written August 13th, 2006~
This poem is not necessarily a poem that changed my life.... it is more a reflection of the changes I made to my life.
It is statistically proven that abused children grow up, and fall into many of society's disgraces.... alchohol abuse, drug addiction, prostitution(especially in women), or they continue the cycle by abusing their own children. The abuse they received during their childholds sculpts and molds their choices and reactions during their adult life.... this abuse conditioned them, often times in warped, deranged ways.
But the conditioning, the cycle CAN be broken. It is a long and difficult journey, and sometimes it takes to the ends of their lives to finally realize the cycle was broken.... but still, it can be done. I wrote this poem for myself, to remind me of what I can do with my life, and also for others, to hopefully inspire others to rise above and overcome childhood heartaches.
A contest entry
- Options & Reasons & Excuses by Naridill.
1400 points, ended April 10, 2007, 21 entries
Honorable mention
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This is beautifully expressed. I especially liked the rose metaphor. And this poem touched me. Thanks for entering.
~Diana -
Very nice!!! Thank you, I read all of your poem from start to finish and enjoyed every line after the next. I feel it is a sad emotional piece, however strength does shine through.
I relate to some, but I'm not sure if I am a survivour yet, but im still here to find out
Thank you for entering and goodluck
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beautiful
this is a very inspiring and powerful piece. i could feel the raw emotion as i read thorugh this fantastic piece. I am sorry you had to experience such a thing, but you have overcome it, and you have portrayed it in such a way,that it is heartwrenching, showing pain and inflicted wounds. this is a wonderful write, beautifully written.
God Bless you, and keep you safe. X -
"JOB WELL DONE"
BABY GIRL, I WISH EVERY FEMALE COULD BE AS STRONG AS YOU!
I HATE TO SAY IT'S NOT THAT WAY!
BUT IAM GLAD TO NOW KNOW AT LEAST ONE WHO DID......
KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK! -
This is very very good and I applaud you for your courage. Good wright overall also.
BrokenAngel -
This is a very sad story but I commend you on how you have been able to deal with it. This is a extremly good poem but it's an even more beutiful story. I wish you the best of luck in life.
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It really disturbed me this one...which no doubt it was meant to. My heart goes out to you, and well done for writing an extremely powerful poem!
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This is really sad but handled very, very well, and I find it interesting that you can describe your feelings for this sicko so poetically and beautifully. I mean, I was never molested - though I had a breakdown once and thought, at the time, that I had been - but I just don't kow how you can be so . . . I don't know, philosophical about it all. I think that speaks to your strength! Great job! - oce
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wonderful
what a wonderful expression of survival
not the same circumstance
but
betrayal by family, just the same
i have a "STAND TALL" tattoo
to remind myself it's all about moving on -
that's really good and powerful. I don't write much for comments, sorry, but I like this alot.
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wow this is such a good and powerful poem. I really like thsi! i enjoy so much to read poems of survivers bc i am one myself...i have been verbaly abused (not as bad as sexually) and hurt since i was 8 and i am 14 still dealing with the undying pain
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you've shown the innocence, trust, pain, shame, rebuilding and strength all in one beautifully worded poem. i do not think i could have written this. i will simply applaud.
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Wonderfully Written!
Written effortless flow.This is how i know a poet is feeling what he or she has written. This too has happend to me... SEXUAL ABUSE is real people! Thank you for sharing your story through your poem...it is therapeautic for me also. You might to read my poem..." 'Til It All Pours Out" I know this poem you h ave written was very hard for you to write, because when AI finished mine I cried. Thank You again! -
wow, a very inspiring piece inspite of it's horrific topic. The human spirit can be amazingly strong, or incredibly fragile. A very deep and personal write. Very well done.
Rory -
very good
this is a very deep and interesting write that will show many that we do survive these horrors and we do grow strong,our abusers only win if we let them take our adult life as well as our childhood and so by not dwelling on the past we survive and come out the winners in this horrific battle to keep our sanity and build our own happiness
good luck in the contest
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