My teddy and I belong
Outside the room we're in
Instead the door is locked
Because of my awful sin
He'll come to us in anger
So in the corner we sit
Hoping he's taking a breather
Hoping not to get hit
Sitting & feeling caged up
I didn't mean to be so bad
When I said that I hated you
It was only to make you sad
So we sit there until dark
Hoping that he'll forget
And his fists will not hurt us
As I lie with teddy in bed
Dear teddy please save me
I want to see the light
And the hall starts to glow
My heart is full of fright
He comes to us in the dark
Slowly turning the door knob
I want to get out now
As I begin to sob
I'm chained to the bed
As he does his thing
Just wanting to escape
With every fiber of my being
Dear teddy don't you tell
What daddy does at night
I can make it through this
I will make it to the light
Author notes
This was written for a contest and is based off of my childhood experiences. Throughout some of my childhood, I had a white teddy bear that was my friend through a lot of bad experiences. This poem was inspired by another poem in which someone talked about their teddy bear and it brought back all of memories for me about how sometimes I felt imprisoned in my room with only my teddy bear to keep me company. Unfortunately too many kids go through something like this.
A contest entry
- Freedom by montiebatmom.
450 points, ended February 10, 2008, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Once More I speak to unsilence the issue by x-Black-Butterfly-x.
6000 points, ended March 8, 2008, 42 entries
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my teddy was my friend and companion through my childhood and still is today.
i could relate to your words. this was so heartwrenching
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I too had childhood experiences such as these. They are heartwrenching.
"Dear teddy don't you tell
What daddy does at night
I can make it through this
I will make it to the light"
We did make it my dear friend. And through our writing, we made it to the light. Shine on!!
Thank you for your beautiful entry. Best of luck in the contest.
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Thank you for your comment. I'm glad that you also sound that you have made it to the light. I think that the light of our spirits will never die no matter how much we were put through.
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Wow...this really tugs at my heart. I so hear your pain. You paint a powerful picture with your words, hon.
"Instead the door is locked
Because of my awful sin"
How many children believe it is their sin...when in reality it is the sin of the abuser? **sigh**
"Dear teddy don't you tell
What daddy does at night
I can make it through this
I will make it to the light"
This makes me want to cry. What a picture of a brave little girl trying so hard to make it through the darkness on her own.
Hugs, my future daughter! I am so proud of you for getting to the place where you could tell and not have to be so alone in it anymore. I am honored to know you now. I wish I could have known you then...and maybe...somehow...been able to help you.
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Well done
I am speechless. Over twenty years I heard this all too familiar story 400 - or was it 800 times - more times than I can count. As I sit here, trying to hold it together I wonder why I'm not used to it by now. I'll never get used to it. Never.
Thank you again for reminding me of that.
CaliOkie.
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