Poem of remembering childhood abuse and sadness, hut and pain |
She's sitting on the park bench fighting not to cry Watching children play and clouds floating by The sunshine on her face and breeze in her hair She feels so disconnected, like she's not even there Her thoughts begin to wander to her childhood days Everything from those days she sees in a haze She wants to forget all the pain and fears And now struggles hard to hold back her tears Thinking of youth and times that she'd play At this same park, they seem so very far away Fighting to recall happy times that she'd known It's hard to imagine; it seems a lifetime ago She remembers the hurt and pain so vivid And the memory of the cause makes her very livid How could such a beast even exist in this life How could one person cause such misery and strife He took from her the best of her formative years Now she's sitting here trying to hold back her tears What cruelty and unthinkable things he'd done And she couldn't escape, there was nowhere to run Trapped by her abuser in a place of guilt and shame She clearly sees his face now and chokes on his name Every thought of him makes her heart ache so But it's impossible for her to let the images go They haunt her each day and every night too Where is the answer for healing, what is she to do Watching clouds float by, feeling the breeze in her hair She feels so alone, no one notices she's even there They all walk by without even a glance No one to question her gloomy circumstance Can anyone see the pain and hurt in her eyes Does any even care that she's begun to cry No one takes notice as the tears stream down Most look the other way, so not to see her frown They can't be bothered to stop and help her out They are far too busy rushing all about Time is much too valuable to pretend they care What would you do if you saw her sitting there Would you simply walk past not giving a second peek Would you think to yourself, "She certainly seems weak" Or would you have a tender heart and show that you care Reach out a help hand instead of leaving her sitting there Alone with her hurt and pain and tears of shame and sorrow Take time to help her please, for she may not make it 'til tomorrow You see she's contemplated taking her own life Knows no other way to escape the misery and strife If someone would reach out and show that they care It may give her hope to fight through the nightmare It may make a difference just to hear a friendly comment You don't know the change you can make in just a brief moment A friendly hand and an open ear may save a life today But you won't know if you choose to walk away |