Pressed between the pages of a broken soul and wounded heart,
she struggled to see a reality that didn't consist of bruises,
broken promises and a nightmare she had learned to call life.
I recall seeing her standing upon a chapter in her short life,
weary, sad, broken & diminished to a skeleton in a child's frame,
eyes were dull, no longer sparkling with the innocence of a child.
As I recall, Katie was her name as she said it with one syllable.
How she did that I will never know as I have tried the same.
Perhaps it was the swollen lip threatening to crack before me?
As she stood, listlessly staring at the world moving about her,
I could not help wanting to reach out & polish her tarnished soul,
to soothe away the agony I could feel coming from her frail body.
I knew this would not be allowed, I could see it in her lack of...
I think it was a lack of emotion that humanity had caused in her,
I'm not certain though because those few moments seem frozen here.
Several years have passed by since that day which seems a life ago
and I often think of Katie standing in the windy rain, alone,
waiting for the bus to come & take her to where more awaited.
Author notes
so many children are abused at home only to receive more abuse from their peers who do not understand. i know many children who were the outcasts at school because of what happened at home. and all they wanted was a friend.
thank you for reading me.
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A contest entry
- Erase the Hate Stop Child Abuse November Contest- Child Sexual Abuse by Page Shut down.
600 points, ended December 7, 2007, 13 entries
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It's terrible what kids have to go through. It's worse too as you say when they're made outcast by their peers. So basically they are abused for being abused, no wonder some turn out malicious, you wouldn't believe in the world if it treated you like that. I always accept everyone and don't outcast people unless they are cruel to me, that's the way things should be. Very sad and very real. I had a friend who was abused by her brother she was called Georgina, she told me when she was 10 and I convinced her to tell her Mum. Her Mum took it well thankfully and called the police and he was sent to prison, but Georgie said that her Dad felt bitter because his son wasn't around. Ha, he was a sex offender. He was about 19/20 at the time, ten years older than Georgie nearly.
Anyway, great write, thanks for sharing.
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G'Day mate
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What a heart-touching write that brought me to tears. Powerfully penned.
I saw that poor girl in my mind and also saw a reflection of myself and others I know.
Thank you for your entry
Best of luck in the contest
Stay safe
~AJ
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Thank you for your entry!
This is marvelous, full of emotion and imagery. I can see this little girl in my mind's eye. All of your "&" signs should be typed out, it's just good practice I can relate to this write especially as an adult looking in for I work in a place where I see these children everyday. Thank you again for your entry. Best of luck in this contest 
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I relate so much to this poem
and ur right about alot of victoms
being misunderstood by their peers
i was one of those outcasts
but i think that helped
i did better in school
and tryed harder to get ahead
and ended up grauating a year ahead of my class
with a 4.9 GPA
GOD works in mysterious ways
It ends well for some of us
we are not forever the victom
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oh... t5his has me crying..
so sad it needs to stop!
goodluck in the contest -
Oh My So Sad
Yes way to much child abuse going on out there. I was similar to Katie myself. I wish you well in the contest. Excellent Write and thank you for sharing with me. Blessings Kelle Marie, stavykm
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Yes, society is not kind at times to children who have been abused. The system does not protect them from those who say they will help - sentiments well expressed, easy to read and understand. Not the nicest of topics, but one that is all too common in this day and age.
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Wondrful job here.
This brought a tear to my eyes.
For i have seen many children that had never
made it home..or to the bus the next day,
Keep up shouting my friend. Someone is listening.
Much love
Tory
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thank you very much for the comment.
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