At the hands of the Abusers...

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Open Poetry #8

At the hands of the Abusers...

Ardonida
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since 2000-05-18

Posts 76

0 posted 2000-07-22 08:15 PM

I look around and what do I see?
A bunch of friends surrounding me.
I reach out with a few words, feeling ever so sad,
and could not believe the support I had.

I have so many questions to ask,
and I often hide behind a cheerful mask.
I wonder if "they" knew what they did,
I wonder if "they" regret how they caused the hurt?

I am the one who has to walk away with scars to show,
I am the one who wonders if they will ever know?
But then I have my friends right here,
and I know I am not the only one to shed a tear.

I ask no more questions, and I tell no leis
and I found my way to be very wise.
I choose my company and I choose it well,
And of my experience I unhurtingly tell.

I now would rather talk of what used to be,
Than let no one learn through what happened to me.
I think that we all need security so much,
and I think we all find it by keeping in touch.

For all my friends who has hurt more or just like me,
I will forever a friend to you be.
And as long as we can pass along the courage, wisdom and truth,
We might be able to help another in their life's inexperienced youth!!

So lets take hands, and lets say a prayer,
Knowing that for all, and in all we will be there,
And "they" who tried to take our hope, courage and strength,
Will sit and rot in their very own stench!!

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