Book II: Embrace My Innocence
Chapter I: Soul Murder
Holding Your Breath
Born pressured by life to be given away
Sad, unhappy children, no laughter here
No one asks, no one cares.
How long is life anyway?
We are seen and why not heard?
Because the secrets must not be told.
Screaming, beatings, sleepless nights
Listening for those footsteps
Cringing, laying cold and still, holding your breath
Hoping he will pass this night.
Kids come and go, I must stay
Praying for things to go away
God why was I born, no one cares.
God why was I born, to be given away
To those people who didn’t care.
 |
 |
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
ONE OF THE ABUSED
AFRAID, ASHAMED, ABANDONED
HEART, BODY, AND SPIRIT BROKEN BY
THE ACTIONS OF THOSE WHOM YOU
SHOULD BE ABLE TO TRUST
A page from the Poetry and Quilt Square Books
of The Child Abuse Survivor Monument
