They have no voices
Yet they speak

Children of abuse

They call through their
Eyes
Of hurt
And pain

At the hands
Of those
So much larger

They are torn
Into shreds
Of tiny
Human remains

They huddle
Alone
In
Corners
With no walls

Praying
For someone
To save them

But no one is there
To rescue them

Until the time comes
When the angels arrive
And fly to the heavens

With that child

Upon their wings




Tammy. 5/09

Thanks

very nice write

real to life...very well written

Incredible write Tammy

This is why I can and do feel some compassion for those who have done some pretty aweful things......even up to murder.

If a full lifetime history is taken, one can see how so many people who commit acts of harm or violence experienced this type of abuse and isolation as children..."praying for someone to save them" but no one did, no adult ever did.

It NEVER is an excuse for harmful or violent behavior, as people are responsible for what they do with their human suffering, but it does provide a backdrop for understanding why some things happen, and how critical taking care of and loving children is.

The ramifications of child abuse and neglect are often not seen until years later....the implications of such abuse and neglect on the lives of individuals and society at large are far-reaching, to say the least.

So true

I was the victim of a childhood I would wish on No one
I could have taken a diff path and repeated the cycle
I chose to get help and now live a life of compassion and love so no one in my life willEVER
Experience hurt at my hands

Love ya

Tammy

Thank you for sharing this Tammy

A voice is heard

Thank you

Ditto Tammy! You are a beautiful Soul, and truly courageous.
I'm so very sorry for your history, yet joyful for your compassion and love of others.

Angel

I had to learn and work hard to be how I think you were born
(mushy-mushy LOL)

Tammy