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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada 
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Little Girl Once upon a time long ago there was a little girl She always kept to the shadows hoping not to be seen Sitting quietly without sound listening for anger Raised voices would send her running out into the forest In darkness she would find her tree and sit among ancient roots She’s protected, safe and hidden by branches bending low Wind increases, storms a coming but here there is no fear Warm and sheltered in the forest the tears can freely flow Her heart cries out to understand violence in her world Knowing not to whom she can turn I weep for this little girl Karen Mc Neil May 11, 2012 |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Ah...there she is.  (I was missing one, too.)This one reminds me of me as well--I had an alarming habit of disappearing into the local woods. My poor mom...and I'm paying the karmic price as I type. I've got a daughter now, and yes'm. I've been up with worry all night. You're a sweet poet.  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
There is much too much of violence directed at children when there should be love. I identify, Karen, only in my case it was the mother who was the tyrant bully and kept me adorned with cuts and bruises until I finished high school. I have hated that woman all my life. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
serenity blaze Thank you...I knew from your writing that you would understand...*HUGS* JerryPat2 I agree there is way too much violence that children experience...I just never knew until very resently how deep the damage goes...*HUGS* *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Fine writing...James |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: This is so beautifully expressed, I know of this kind of comfort. To some degree I fear all children have to cope with the ugly sides of childhood. Truth is no one is really prepared for the highly demanding task of being parents. Margherita |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Very well expressed Star. It's a subject that needs to be openly discussed. Good writing. Eric true love never looks after it's own interests |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Thank you for sharing your heart with us, Startime. I am sure this touched a cord with many of us. Ida |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
hello startim, and now she is there, thanks for the very touching poem, delicate in heart, yann |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I could almost see that special place you describe so well. Up to and including the first line of the last verse, I could see this as a children's illustrated book. M |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms star..smooth silk nice |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
I was once that lost little girl who always had to run and hide to keep their hate from stealing what was inside. i was always gods and i knew that and with the school he put me through took this run away almost 60 years to finally pass and be touched by his grace My spirit will rise |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Oh! Man! This rips the heart. "Her heart cries out to understand violence in her world Knowing not to whom she can turn I weep for this little girl" Very sad read... JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Startime,I was one of the lucky ones who did not have violence in my world. But it was depression time and as we were all poor I did not think it strange to be walking with cardboard in my shoes to cover the holes, nor to be wearing hand me downs from cousins or friends. Somehow we found love and it was shared. I do have empathy for others though, because over the years I have seen it happen to too many. I hope you have been able to work through the bad times.love to you, jo |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I had a tall tree in my "outside of suburbia" yard, and it often found me sitting aloft its limbs, hidden by its small feather-like leaves...I could see out, and if I dressed correctly [not knowing them of the term 'camoflage']it hid me well, and no one could see me from the house... unless I wanted them too. It always seemed such a safe place to go... thanks for the memories, Karen. We all find a way to hide from what scares us most. |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
Thank you all for you kind and encouraging thoughts...I am working hard at finding my past...uncovering things I haven't wanted to see and learning how to prevent my continueing clcle of letting all my relationship be abusive toward me...I am finding out who Karen is and what I am interested in...I know this sounds really strange but I have found out I love clothes and I love to look good...*grin* I get as excited as a kid in a candy store about so many things that most people have grown up with...*HUGS* to all of you for listening ...oh and I am starting to hug people for real... *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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Zall Member
since 2002-08-25
Posts 214London, England |
Yeah.. liked it.. Especially finding her tree, and hiding amongst the roots.. |
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HippinTrippy Member
since 2010-03-26
Posts 103New York |
This was beautiful written, I felt like I was there along side you. I'm sorry for the inspiration that manifested this poem but I am glad to see the growth and light to spawn from it. Thank you for sharing. It's not easy being evil, in a world gone to hell. |
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BrendaH New Member
since 2012-05-21
Posts 5 |
Your poem bring sadness to my heart specially these words "Her heart cries out to understand violence in her world knowing not to whom she can turn, I also weep for that little girl and the happy and the love every child should have and what was taken from her. |
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voice2bheard Senior Member
since 2007-10-19
Posts 591New York |
I really loved this poem! I have been writing for years and find myself a hard critic these days even harshly criticizing my own work, but its very toughing and I loved it! Kate_Mcfee (Lily's Mom) |
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luminosity Senior Member
since 2005-11-18
Posts 813 |
ah if only we could understand and remember what its like to be little.......sigh...nicewrite |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
I always love the way you depict nature, and your imagery. This had a darker tone than most of what I've read from you and I was pleased to see the same depiction held, no matter the tone of the poetry. quote: Wonderful writing. Michael |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
So heartfelt Star... Your poem reminded of a book by Shell Silverstein, The Giving Tree. Ms. E |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
She found the ancient roots... I found the highest branches that would hold my weight... I wish I could send hugs back to both of them. Powerful, poignant write! |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
Mine was a tall bushy plum tree. Every terrified little girl should have a tree to escape to. "Wind increases, storms a coming but here there is no fear Warm and sheltered in the forest the tears can freely flow" The spiritual wind that holds survivors aloft, plants the seeds from which bloom new hope ... R.J.G. |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Dear Karen, Well said. And some of us just long to be the tree in the forest. My heart aches for children who live in fear. If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, |
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