Under the stars,
I pray tonight
my thoughts be heard.
My father’s hand,
is suppose to love
and nurture me.
As the pain from his fist
strikes deep, hitting my face.
As the bruises begin to show,
their colors turn into a rainbow.
My friends see my bruises -
and cry in pain.
The tears overwhelm me,
my silent cries are never heard.
My prayers go unanswered,
for a loving father.
He tells me he loves me,
And things go ok for awhile.
But, this cycle starts with
the yelling, then the hitting -
all over once again.
My father’s hand was once gentle.
Tell me Father, can you hear my prayer now.
This happens all to often,
they say I’m suppose to love you.
But, this pain from my rainbow bruises,
get deeper each year.
Author notes
my father has recently abused me again. I am now living with my mom again, this has happen before, but hopefully this will be the last and live my mom.This poem is about my real pain.
i have read the poem Behind The Eyes.and commented on it.
A contest entry
- The voice that goes unheard by Starz of Heaven.
525 points, ended June 3, 2008, 24 entries
Silver trophy winner
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awwwww this is so sad, i know it suxxs *hugs* but you wrote this out so deep and beautifully
great job and good luck in the contest
take care
stephanie =)
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hey thank u for commeting on my poem..we hould keep in touch..from angels of light
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This is a very sad piece you are a true fighter don;t let anyone tell you that you are not thank you for shairng your heart I do hope that you stay with your mom to protect children is the job of everyone but somepeople just dont care much love
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*sigh* My prayers are with you sweetie, and this is a most poignant write indeed.
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btw, good luck!
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this is a sad poem.
and very emotional.
i like how you referred to your bruises as "rainbow bruises"
its creative..
yet sad.
im really sorry.
i hope that this ends for you.
great write.
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I am a male. My father, who never really knew how to love, wanted to love with all his heart. But, because of his deep shame and his own birth family disfunction he never learned how. My mom and he had a codependent relationship. I was the third parent and one of two truth tellers. I got back handed for the wrong look. I got told how worthless and usless I was.
I suffered from a high anxiety disorder till I was forty. It is also the reason I didn't have a child till I was forty five. I tell you all this just to give you a sense of proportion. Abuse is all about you, the one being abused. Its causes far greater than anyone of us.
All I can tell you from my own experience is take care of yourself. Realize you have a lot of healing to do and it takes time. Be blessed.
Love, Tom B.
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I am sorry my daughter that this has happened. I would have done anything to have changed the circumstances. But the court decided your fate 3 years ago that you were to live with him and your sister to live with me. At least you are in my home now and are safe...God has answered both are prayers...With all my love Mom
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Great poem. Honest and straight forward. Only thing to note is to watch for spelling. Keep writing.
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thicker than bone
to think of pain in ways that run so deep with hope makes me wonder if wishes betray you. I'm impressed with what more you know about its persistance
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wOw!!!
DiS wAS VeRy DeEp!!I rEaLy HoPe U gEt ThReW dIs!!!N Ur FaThEr 2sToP!!i ReAlY dOnT nO wAt ElSe 2SaY!!i NeVER hAd My Dad HIT mE!!!i GuEsS ThErEs Nun I kAn sAy!!!NiCe PoEm By Da wAy!!U cApTuRed GrEaT eMoTiOn!!!Im LoOkIn FoWARd 2ReAD mOrE oF uR wOrK!!I wIsH u Da BeSt Of LuCk!!!
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