1. Hush Little Sister
Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby
The trauma of abuse is never fully gone from a person's consciousness. Its filthy stain leaves its residue on the soul forever. However, like all bad experiences, it is possible to turn this experience into good by developing compassion and empathy for others who have been through this experience. Many people feel that bringing meaning to a traumatic experience is a path to healing. When I turn a negative experience into a tool that brings meaning into my life and others, I am taking the best kind of revenge on my abuser.
Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby
I was abused from age 9-11 by my father. He'd abused other family members before me, like my siblings, all of whom had left him, leaving only me and my little sister still seeing him. He...
There was a time he loved her.
Now it's clear there's nothing there.
He walks around so flippantly
With no interest or a care.
He came into my life
when I was just a little girl.
I was happy and young,
And then he changed my world.
So many stories, and yet only one story repeated over and over again in different contexts perhaps, but we all share the crushing sadness of having someone we love betray us and leave us...
Hi...this poem is so heartfelt to me. I'm currently living with my foster parents from an abusive home. My past is full of rape, physical and mental abuse. I was also used for drugs by my...
The little girl lay so still
While you crept into her bed
She pretended not to notice you
While she sang into her head
As I lay silently, my heartbeat in my ear
The thunder of footsteps ringing in fear
The night is long and the anger strong
I wonder, is this where I belong?
There once was a murder,
But this one has a twist.
The victim was my innocence,
Stolen through his fist.
I feel like you've put everything that i have been feeling into words. I have been struggling to express what the abuse I endured from my ex felt like, and your poem has done that for me....
The frigerator is full of beer,
And the couch is full of crumbs.
I go to bed and in my head,
I just know he's going to come.
I used to be my brother's doll. It was just a game to him. He hurt me and would say he loved me. I covered for him for years, both because I didn't want to remember and because I knew no one...
Tears, tears go away.
Why must you come back almost every day?
You remind me of my pain.
You remind me of my past.
You're definitely not alone in your suffering. Like you, I was abused by my stepfather and an uncle and have struggled daily to deal with the pain. I was in the third grade when mine started...
Late on the dishes, food still on the plate.
Mommy is mad; Daddy's home late.
I'm in the corner crying all alone,
Wishing to myself get me out of this home.
My whole life, my father abused me. For as long as I can remember, he'd hit me, touch me, and say terrible things to me. I always thought I was alone. I felt like no one felt my pain. I felt...
I never thought I would have this conversation with you.
Listen, you were only 10 and didn't know what to do.
You did the best you could from the choices you had to chose.
It wasn't your fault.
From the depths of despair when my world fell apart,
I felt all alone and heavy in heart.
My life had been shattered by a tight-fisted hand.
Who could I turn to; who'd understand?
Thank you-
I am finally away from the abusive relationship I was stuck in. He was charged formally by the state and took a plea deal for the two misdemeanors when he held me against my will...
Hello Dear Jesus,
It's been a long, long time.
I hope that you still know me,
I've been hiding quite awhile.
What a beautiful poem .. I'm almost 21 and I got molested when I was in 7th grade until my freshman year by my mother's husband. Forced to do things no angel should.. And all he said was that...
Scared and alone a sad little girl cries herself to sleep,
No hand to hold, no one to tell, so alone at night she'd weep.
Tears falling down her nine year old face,
Thank you for sharing your story. I was sexually, physically, and emotionally abused by my step-father from the time I was 7 until I was 20. I know the pain you feel or the anger you might...
A child so small
so vulnerable and weak
helpless, powerless
not allowed to speak.
I was molested by my father and all these years later I still get these feelings he's standing over me and this poem spoke to me and it's so true we still live it daily! You are not alone!
I never asked you to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me so bad.
I never asked you to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.
Your poems really touched me. I have a dad who drinks and parties a lot on weekdays. My brother and I don't like it at all. He beats me when he's drunk. I cry at night wishing my late mom can...
I'm reminiscing and I'm missing,
The childhood I never had.
I'm triggering and I'm figuring,
There were reasons to be sad.
Like the sea and the sky,
We reflect each other, you and I.
Past the moon and the stars,
This relates to me so much.
Sometimes I'm confused and don't know what to do.
I need help and I need it from you.
My life is full of "ups" and "downs,"
and I need someone to lift my "frowns."
I can relate to this because I have been in the same scenario with my dad...and so it's good to know that we are many in this. But the truth is, somehow, you have to talk about it. You may...
Daddy I remember
I remember it all
Everything you did to me
Don't you recall?