[cryingchild]

The memories are vivid, they live within me,
That small child so frightened, of things she did see,
She sat on the stairway, sobbing for love,
But they could not hear her, for their shouts rose above.

Walked to school apprehensive, of what she may find,
And all of the anger, she was leaving behind.

She needed a hug, a comforting word,
A friend, a companion, a release from the hurt.
She sat in the corner, the kids ran so fast, they never consoled her,
But always dashed past.
She longed for attention, unconditional love,
Someone to, "please" help her, but not with hand shove.
She still screams for affection, and someone to hold,
But her past hurt her childhood, she grew bitter and bold.

I know inside the adult, the child lives within,
The hurt still remains, and the feelings of sin.
She could not make them stop, for her love's not enough,
Her sadness unveiled, was excused as just, "tough".

She had to keep secrets, she had to, "shut up",
She had no speech freedom, "you're sad, well that's just bad luck".

She mistrusted adults, she watched every move,
Be careful, you can't, no don't and disapprove.

She confused what life brings her, if anything at all,
But she'll struggle it's battles, and emerge through its wall.
She sits years ahead, torn inside and shaken,
She wanders why from her, her childhood was taken.

"Stand up little girl, and flourish, be brave",
"Yes your childhood was taken, but your heart I can save".
"I'll always be with you, my love thrives inside",
"You'll not hurt any longer, and your soul shall survive

[blackenedangel]

I actually saw myself in this poem, because I lived days like this in my childhood with my father and it scared me. I would run and hide to get away from my father and at school they would just ignore me, just like the poem says, so this poem felt so much like my childhood. I read this poem and it jumped at me with so much force. It almost brought tears to my eyes. I like this poem it is beautiful!

Hugs and Kisses to you,
Brandi (blackenedange)

You are all poets and I am on the side of death
Jacques Vaché

[SundaysChild]

I'm and old woman and my inner child just cried a few minutes ago for the mother's unconditional love she never had. My sad child sits in the corner next to your sad child.

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Sad Child Within}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}


"It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived."

[Rapunzel]

That is so beautiful! I printed it. Thank-you for sharing.