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My childhood memeries

I was afraid to speak

as you never listened.
My childhood was sad

and never glistened.

My physical body became weak

as the abuse kept hurting.
More each day then

social services took me away.

I was locked away,
because you drank too

much  alcohol every day.
There was never a long
term place for me to stay

I have so many scars
to try and heal.
I never know how,

I am going to feel.

 

Author notes

This is a true story I was beaten by my mum and sexualy abused by my step dad.

4. Write a poem to a mother or father who had abused a
child, someone you don’t know or even one to your own folks. Tell them what you had missed while they were busy drugging or drinking ect.

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  • PassionsPromise gold member
    June 18, 2008
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    This was a great piece.
    Thanks so much for your entry.
    Wishing you the best in the contest.


  • Nicada silver member
    June 7, 2008

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    You have expressed your feelings well in this write. I am sorry that this was your experience. I totally relate to your feeling of never knowing how you are going to feel. Healing is like peeling away the layers of an onion. Just when you think you have dealt with something and moved past it, a stress causes something to resurface. That has been my experience anyway. Nice job on this! Blessings, Patty


  • QuietPort
    May 22, 2008

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    So sorry about your childhood. This was a wonderful write penned with much emotion. Good for you for telling your story!


  • AddictingAccident
    March 26, 2008

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    Wonderful write. Very real with raw emotions. You've expressed hurt and pain very well. In line 11, to should be too, but other than that, BRAVO =]


  • animated lies
    March 21, 2008

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    Sad poem with lovely expressions. The word "to" should be "too" in the line "because you drank to / much." Thank you for sharing this with the group.

    animated


  • Hetha gold member
    March 20, 2008

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    Wow! You've really hit upon a very sad and hurtful topic, but you express this with such heartfelt depth and emotion. Good luck in the contests you entered.

  • piccola silver member
    March 17, 2008

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    I never know when it is merely a muse speaking or a true life poem. Whichever this is, the feeling is there and well expressed. Thank you for sharing with the library


  • grannyeri gold member
    March 16, 2008

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    Anyone who lives with an alcoholic is going to have scars, be they mental or physical. No matter how much you love them, they will not change for you, for the family, for anyone, unless they are at rock bottom. The loved ones keep enabling them to continue cause they cover, they make excuses and just take whatever they dish out. In order for the alcoholic to change, the enablers have to first change by not doing any of the things that allow the drinker to continue. Liked the flow of this, the brevity of the lines and the thoughts shared.


  • xxRainbowDawnxx
    January 30, 2008

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    I'm sorry you had to go through all this. I know my childhood was hardly perfect but I do believe that mum and dad and my sister loved me and that's what matters. Nicely written though.


  • poet2angels gold member
    December 31, 2007

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    TY for entering and voicing your emotions...Hope the new year brings you peace and healing

    Lynda


  • metalchik1988
    December 30, 2007
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    I am sorry that you had to go through this if this is in fact a non-fictional poem. I feel that everything happens for a reason. Maybe it happend in order for you to become a strong/independent person. I know that it sounds bad to say, while you're reliving these memories but it makes sense. I loved your poem and I really want to read more.

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