Original Poetry by Twilah

The Silent Hurt


They badger back and forth, asking..
Who did this..who did that? and when;
The perpetrator and victim’s council,
Each of them desiring to win.

“Not guilty”, his opening plea,
Knowing deep in side that he is 
Prolonging the days of anguish,
From the damage he knows is his.

Months go by ‘til it’s heard again,
Forgotten almost in the public eye;
Except for the one who has the most to lose,
That little one, who’s watching close by. 

“Am I not the important one?” she asks,
“Won’t anyone please remember me?”
Don’t put this violator on a pedestal,
Locked away is where he should be.

But her voice seems to fall on deaf ears,
Council knows all the tricks of the trade;
Telling those that prey on small children,
Not to worry, they really have it made.

So this little one sits alone in silence,
Feeling much hurt, betrayed and lost;
Her only fault?.. Trusting another,
Will she be able to survive the cost?


© by Twilah 9-22-2000,
Dedicated to every child of abuse..

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