For me it was my silent screams
and broken dreams .
I no more than a crumbled child ...
that lay curled in the bed - while she wished to the world - that she were dead.
Author notes
My torment ended when I finally ran away at the age of 15 and took my newborn child with me.
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sad broken dreams no more than a broken child we r talking abuse here arnt we .love u love your work
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Powerful
Such very intense descriptions. So very well done. Thank you for sharing.
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oh that so sad and yet cute i like ur style...lol-smiles-
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Tough times only make us stronger as women.. I know the pain.. In this... so little words yet they say so much! xoxo Miranda
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Thank you for reading and commenting - sincerely
Thank you, I try every day to be strong but I am still just a marshmellow.
Sometimes it can be difficult to cope,,, it helps reading positive comments. Thank you.
cheryl
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Wow. This is a very powerful poem. Your poetry style is unique. Awesome job. From the AN I can tell you have had an interesting life.
Mike
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You made me Smile
Strange, I thought of this short verse after reading a piece on child abuse another writer posted - it was like a trigger - I just shot this out . Really never expecting a comment/ Thank you Mike, for always being there for me and supporting my writings.
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