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They were children
Who weren't suppose to know
The ways of their elders.
Young and foolish,
Boy and girl,
Playing the roles of man and woman.

Learning their lines,
Setting the stage,
To rehearse each part
Until they perfected the craft
With a child they couldn't keep
And really didn't want.

In time the offers came,
With a price that sounded right.
Their parents played salesmen,
Their state played host,
The child played barter,
And their hearts played dead.

Our relationship has always been rocky
sometimes I felt you hated me,
controlled by mixed emotions
was this the way it would always be?

Years went by without a kind gesture
all I wanted was to make you proud,
while hidden behind fear I trembled
my ears heard your voice oh so loud.

Escape seemed to be my only salvation
I ran directly to someone else’s arms,
I replaced you with yet another imposter
once again a victim placed within harm.

I’m not sure how to break the cycle
seems this is all I have ever known,
scared to run for fear of the danger
stifled by insecure feelings now of my own.

I know I can run but I can no longer hide
from the anguish that thrives deep inside,
placed there during a childhood of trauma
I now hide it well in order to survive.

There must be somewhere I can find tranquility
though I’ve heard we reap from the seeds that we’ve sown,
a conscience decision to move past a life of repetition
while reclaiming an identity that I have never known.


LynnC1955

In my fathers hand is my mothers hand and then you hold my hand in your hand mother~~~~

Darkness, the wind rushes in my ear,
I cannot see But I feel
And I long to know you are there.
I am in pain, you do not know
Selfishly you see your own.

The journey has begun
It is a long descent down.
The light I see it,
Reaching for me
Noise and confusion
How I wish I could flee

I am not warm but cold, I gasp and hold,
Instinct says keep still
My heart beats delicately
Held so strangely by one I cannot see

For my eyes shut tight against that blinding light
I stay still no more
I must fight and so with all of my might I let it go,
My mighty cry!

Now I wait for the world to stand still
And when it does
No longer is there a chill
But a voice reaches my ear
And hands that feel so right
Hold me very near
The voice that I know to be true
Cuddles me, Whispers I love you.

'Why'

Why is it so that I must feel such pain,
Why is it so that my tears should fall as rain.
Why is it so that I am so emotionally blind,
Why is it so that voices torment me in my mind,
Why is it in this world that I feel so scared,
Why is it nobody saw me ,or even showed that they cared.
Why is it that I feel so defiled,
Why is it a crime for me to just want to be a child.!!!

Gather all around come sit with me
I have a great story to tell you, you’ll see
Of a wonderful place way over the hill
Where rainbows all start, come see if you will
We can go there today, let’s go there at once
So close all your eyes it starts with a bump
Hold my hand tight as we go way up high
On this magical mystery old carpet ride
There are games we can play and lollies to eat
If you feel like it you can watch telly on a cloud seat
You can swim in a lake made out of chocolate mud
Or throw a egg high watch it come down with a thud
For mum and for dad there are things for you too
It can last the whole day all the things there for you
You can eat all you want and drink if you wish
Or float on the lake and catch a star fish
You can float right on by or lay and sun bake
No cleaning, no worries no decisions to make
You can sing with the birds and dance with a bear
You can ride on a bike on a road to no where
It all up to you whatever you choose
As it’s all in your mind, there’s no way you can loose

Once upon a time, there was a little girl
She couldnt go out to play. She would sit
at her window and look outside,watching
the children on their bikes they would
ride.

She looked at the flowers, and the trees
and the birds. But she didnt say a single
word.

She said to her mother, on the days she
was sad,mommy, why cant I go play?
because she wanted to oh so bad....

Her mother then told her, remember my
dear, you have alergys, so you must
stay right here.

She didnt know what allergys were
and she didnt even care... all that
she knew is the children were out there.

She snuck out of the house, when her
mothers was busy. she played and she
played until she got dizzy.

Her mother then found her, lying there on
the ground, and there was nobody else
around and the poor little girl didnt
utter a sound.

Call 911! her mother cried! and took her
daughter inside.

very soon, the ambulance came and wisked
the little girl away.several days in the
hospital she stayed.

Mommy i'm sorry, i'm sorry she said
as she lay in that big hospital bed.

Her mommy was right, she just had to sit
tight. until her allergys went away.

The little girl is better now, and
altho she cries. she stays at the
window, and she spies, on the children
and the birds and the flowers. counting
each one by the hour.

The little girl is grown now, her allergys
gone. but once in a while she thinks upon
those days when she was small, and those
allergys made her the grown lady she is
today, hoping those memories wont go away

She has much compassion for those who are
different, those who have challenges, both
big and small.

Each day she give help to those who need
her,and becomes a very good friend

Her mother was right, she thinks into the
nite, about those so tiny and small
how could i not help them? I wish I could
help them all...........

i was beaten
i was brused
my life with my father
was hell on wheels
i hate my childhood
my kids wont go though
what i had to in my childhood
i would never hit them
i wouldnt gave them a reason
to hate there childhood

When I am sad I do not play
I take a walk down to the bay.

I walk along the seas shore waiting for some to call
I look at the cliffs they look burned.

Then I go, go home until I c u again .

I couls see the look in his eyes,
The look he gets when our mother cries,
A look of horror,
A look of pure terror,
And as I saw him shed a single tear,
He turns away...
And flies.