Her hands scourched me,
She said it was a mother's love,
As they wrapped around my throat,
And raised me high above.
A picture came crashing down,
As I fish-tailed against the wall,
She told me not to fight,
Then black was all I saw.
My eyes opened slowly,
The pain had all but cleared,
"I am still alive,
This is what I feared."
I eyed the door so close,
As I lay on the floor that day,
When you start to wish you're dead,
It's better to run away.
A contest entry
- ABUSE - looking for poems to be published :) by DramaQueen469.
550 points, ended October 25, 2008, 58 entries
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Comments
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Yes, indeed, heartbreaking to read, but SO great to see that you saved yourself! Even 50 years after similar abuse at my father's hands, I can (painfully) relate. Your words are striking and a reminder that we still have much to do to prevent and stop child abuse. Thank you for writing and sharing; you have such a wonderful gift with words.
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Heartbreaking. Absolutely heartbreaking... unfortunately, I can relate. I adore the last two lines,
"When you start to wish you're dead,
It's better to run away."
I thought that was such a powerful ending. WELL DONE and thankyou for entering.
~*~DramaQueen469~*~
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