I wake up
to the screams of an innocent child
the sound of slapping echoing in the night.
Quiet
as she murmurs,"Mommy will make it better"
the tears flow down his chubby young cheeks
as she touches him as no mother should
He cries out
and she hits him again
picking him up,and throwing him down
I hear his body hit the floor.
I cry
scared to move,to leave the safeness of my room
Silence
she puts him back in bed,tucks him in
kisses him and says goodnight
as she walks out of the room
I hear his little voice call out
plaintive in the night
"I love you Momma"
Author notes
I wrote this for Serentity's contest,but it is a personal poem.i was lucky enough to have never experienced this kind of abuse,my brother however was not.my older brother was abused by my mother up until he moved in with my father when he was about 10. i dont actually know if she sexually abused him or not,he wont talk about it,but i think she did.
even if she didnt,she beat him to a bloody pulp enough times to secure her place in Hell.i witnessed my brother turn into an empty shell,and for that i will never forgive her.
im sorry for anyone who has gone through this,and my heart goes out to you all.
Stephen i love you,and she will pay,i promise
good luck to all entries
and big hug to Serentity.
btw any title names are welcome
A contest entry
- Silent All These Years (for rape and sexual assault survivors) by SerenityNChains.
1750 points, ended November 9, 2008, 44 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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HORRIBLE
It is difficult to believe that a mother can abuse her own small child in this manner. Hope this is fictitious, not real. But the narration is so moving and real that it removes our disbelief. Very well done.
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