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The Child |
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boji stone Member
since 2000-08-13
Posts 62USA |
They say you'll get use to it bit by bit, case after case, until finally one day, you'll achieve these layers that protect. You'll see it, they say, but you won't feel it. I walked away before I reached that point. Sometimes, what they say, is not the way it is. My first experience. The house was basically average, if there was any thing exceptional, it was extraordinarily clean. I suppose I was expecting to see a chamber of horrors, chaotic filth, something that would attest to the atrocities that had occurred within the walls. I walked into the kitchen and found her hovering in the corner with small spindly legs tucked under her chin. She was whimpering and dabbing at the tears on her face. There were angry scars, cigarette burns, covering her emaciated torso. The house was spot less, She was filthy. Strands of stringy dirty hair fell over her eyes, making it difficult to view facial features, still I was able to recognize the fact that her nose had been broken not once, but several times. There were three other children in the family, yet she was the only one with signs of abuse. The Step Mother for irrational reasons, loathed her. Beyond the physical attacks, when the child misbehaved she'd strip her naked and put her outside, leaving her for hours in the elements. I stared, the disfigurements made her appear almost inhuman, for a moment I lost control. Turning away I struggled to gain my composure. When I turned back she was looking at me with sad listless eyes. I ached to take her in my arms and somehow erase the horrors, but of course that was impossible. Squatting beside her, I slowly extended my hand. “My name's Dianne, I said, what's yours?” She coiled, pressing closer to the wall, suspiciously she searched my face. I really didn't expect an answer......then for reasons unknown, hesitantly she extended her tiny hand, and whispered, Beth. ~the breath, a mystery of it's own ~~ |
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Lonelypoet Member
since 2000-05-10
Posts 123Conklin,NY,USA |
Great poem!! I hope though that this story isn't true becuase no one should have to suffer like that... Dreams are the the gateways to making the impossible possible So many words, for the broken heart... |
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boji stone Member
since 2000-08-13
Posts 62USA |
it's not my story, but it is true....such horrors. The child is now a lovely woman, who abhors no bitterness. Amazing, isn't it? thank you very much! bj ~the breath, a mystery of it's own ~~ |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
How horrible that so many children endure this. And comendable of you to write it so well. Take care. catalinamoon |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
Very well written! I am so glad that you wrote this and shared it here for all to see how damaging child abuse really is. The ending took my breath away. Take care, Melissa Honeybee The beauty of poetry gives my soul wings to fly free within dreams |
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qtpieelmo Senior Member
since 2000-07-04
Posts 989Sesame Street :) hee hee ,NY |
Wow this 1 brought tears too my eyes. Only because it hit too close to home. My story is very similiar & I cringe whenever I see an innocent child go through something so horrifying! Great poem LOVE ELMO  |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
boji stone, passionate and disturbingly trusting poem. Boji did you ever get used to it. I know I don't. Be well Kethry "It is the image in the mind that links us to lost treasures; but it is the loss that shapes the image, gathers the flowers weaves the garland."- |
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boji stone Member
since 2000-08-13
Posts 62USA |
To, LonelyP, Cat, MHoneyBee, Elmo, and Kethry: Thank you all for reading, and responding.....this is not my story, but an experience I was told about. I felt the need to write it. I hope I was able to convey the sad terrible tragedy, thank you again! bj ~the breath, a mystery of it's own ~~ |
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