A Poem By Abbie27@aol.com,

Her Survival

There was a fifteen year old girl

that was on top of the world cause she just got a call from this guy.

He was wild and daring and not very caring

except for this girl, that was shy. He took her to parties

and showed her some fun. She thought, "If this is life

than life’s just begun." At nineteen they got married

and life turned scarey as the parties and fun had gone.

He did as he pleased and she kept at ease,

saying she mustn’t complain; it was wrong. As time passed on by

she got a twinkle in her eye, as it was time for a family to start.

She gave birth to a daughter and then to a son

and couldn’t have found more room in her heart.

At this time in her life which should have been so full of joy,

she began to feel emptiness for this guy.

She had this feeling that wasn't endearing,

that her marriage was going arye.

They went away for a weekend to stir up some fun

but in the midst of their travel it began to unravel

and soon the arguing begun. To her surprise

the twinkle in her eyes again began to shine. Nine months had passed

and then at last she gave birth to her second son.

Life for this girl continued in a manner that was to be looked at

as devine. He was precious and sweet and sent for a reason.

God was telling her that her life would be fine.

She did her best to be what everyone wanted including the husband

she once loved. But after awhile the emptiness returned

and the hole in her heart continued to burn.

She knew her feelings had died. She tried to work out their problems

and clear the air, but trouble was brewing and there was a snare.

The children where seeing what shouldn’t be seen,

and the return of a cycle was there. With her children in her heart

and her heart in her hands she knew what needed to be done.

Let the story be told that she is certainly not too old to know now

that her life’s just begun. ~~Abbie27~~

POEM TITLE: MY SILENCE SCREAMS

AUTHOR: Susan B. Blocker

COPY RIGHT NOTICE: 1996-2000

My body absorbed in pain, battered, beaten and bruised,

alone in the dark I cry.

As I hear the sound of his keys slowly unlocking the front

door, in fear, I cringe, I cower, I tremble..

Tightly clenched, his fists enraged.. Pleading, Begging for

my life, I cry, I scream in silence..

Once again my body absorbed in pain, battered, beaten and

bruised, I'm bleeding.. Alone, I cry myself to sleep..

In desperation I cling to my last ounce of sanity.. Losing

"MYSELF" like glass, I shatter..

For all who sorrow, grieve and suffer in silence, I

relinguish my burdened mass and shroud.. Into dust I fade..

Etched in song my spirit echoes and dances across the wind..

Thanks Susan for sharing this wonderful poem!

permission granted to Tina Bapp

He Did It Not You!

You sit and you cry

As you have done before

Too many times in the past

What did I do to deserves this

What did I do to him

Did I lead him on

Did I want it

Or make him think I did

What did I do wrong

WHAT !!!

Horror it runs through

Your mind

Your heart

Your soul

I sit I listen

I feel your pain

Even though what I feel

Can not compare

Just remember

I love you

And he did it

Not you

You told him no

You fought him

As good as you could

He kept going

No matter how much you cried

He did it not you

You still feel pain

You still feel guilt

But remember my friend

He did it not you

I wish I could change this

But what is done is done

This pain may forever linger

This is the horror of rape

You are a victim

Innocent in all

For he did it not you!!!

© Copyrighted 1997

Written by DL Talkington

Permission to reprint granted to Tina Bapp

Alone,

Is how I feel.

ALONE

EMPTY

WORTHLESS

SCARED

I feel lost.

HUMILIATED

BEATEN

WORN DOWN

FRIGHTENED

I Feel Lost.

Why do I feel alone?

Why do you beat me?

Why do I provoke anger?

What did I do?

I Feel Lost.

Then, some life comes to me..........and I realize

I should not feel lost.

I have not abused you.

I have loved you.

I have given you myself completely.

You have taken from me.

Taken every aspect of my being.

NO MORE!

I am screaming out loud now!

STOP!

NO MORE!!

I see the light.

It is not you.

I am strong.

I am a survivor!

Written by Tinabtalks@aol.com,

for the women who have trusted in my care  For them.

Behind Closed Doors

Behind closed doors you never know

The "private" lives that friends don't show

It happens in the best of places

And shows up first on children's faces

First, the look of their sad eyes

Then their voice complete with sighs

They don't talk much nor do they play

You ask them why, but they won't say

Their bear the weight of parents' sin

Of daily abuse and anger turned in

They have that look that says, Dont Touch

I've had enough, in fact too much

They fight with all to show their power

But while at home they sit and cower

To wait upon their nightly whip

Sometimes from hands, sometimes from lips

It matters not where comes the pain

From stinging slaps or words that shame

'Cause as they grow in size and age

Their minds still fill with thoughts of rage

And when they wed and parents are

They still bear wounds and have deep scars

That bind them in so many ways

To their past lives which they replay

And on and on the cycle goes

Unless it stops and we can show

That "private" lives in "private" places

Ruin future lives in future spaces

So be not silent, don't turn in fear

Reach for their hand, give them your ear

With gifts of love, touch their young heart

And the cycle of hate, you'll surely part

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