Abused
look into the eyes of innocence,
a face yet marked by time,
a soul trusting,
childlike,
naive.
look into the eyes of grief,
a face torn by tears
streaked by the years and fears
shattered,
stripped bare.
hear the desperate cries,
silenced by power and pride,
muffled sobs
denied
destroyed.
we all cry,
abused,
silenced,
abused
silenced.
who has heard,
who listened
our shame remains
as those who knew
retreat
like ghosts.
a face yet marked by time,
a soul trusting,
childlike,
naive.
look into the eyes of grief,
a face torn by tears
streaked by the years and fears
shattered,
stripped bare.
hear the desperate cries,
silenced by power and pride,
muffled sobs
denied
destroyed.
we all cry,
abused,
silenced,
abused
silenced.
who has heard,
who listened
our shame remains
as those who knew
retreat
like ghosts.
posted by Unknown at 5:58 pm
3 Comments:
I've had my own experiences like this (as many of us have).
I'm finding that raising children brings up many things about my own childhood, good & bad.
And, I've been learning recently that: I need to live in the moment. Not in the past or even the future. I'm slowly letting go of hurts & expectations.
It's liberating me.
I find that memories haunt me. I don't know what to do with them. I long for liberation, and, sometimes I find it, but then, I sink into the pain of yesterdays.
Well, I can only speak for myself here, but what I've been finding is: forgiveness is the key.
Forgiving ourselves & forgiving others.
However, I certainly would not advocate forgetting. That seems to create problems of disassociation & repetition.
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