Child Abuse Story of Healing and Recovery From Ros
by Ros Taprell
(New South Wales, Australia)
A poem I call: Walking with Pain
A poem I wrote today to get me through my every thoughts, and I hope to help others in the same way.
All through life I seem to have no real life where
Did it go what was out there for me?
Why was it I went through this life of what I call?
Unjustness nowhere to run, but the street
Where was I meant to be was it the unknown
Many unspoken worlds many silent nights of not
Knowing what to do in bringing up my own life
Punished for what for being a kid for wanting to live like others
Wanting to speak my mind, was I able to no never.
Have you heard kids to be seen but not heard?
Yes well very true in the old days of life
Silent was on the outside but anger on the inside
Wanting to know were I went wrong what I did
So bad that I deserved this unknown love
I was just a kid living to be a kid
I do no wrong like every kid say I speak true like any kids would
But not this kid lies was a way out of punishment
Lies were a way to live lies was a way of hiding
What they call the true family of peace
Peace no peace in this family no justice' was done
Got away with all she could that was all in her fun,
Secrets be hide the walls of a very abused child
Not able to speak as fear filled my eyes
Where could I go to find my our heart for truth
My soul that so wanted to be loved by the woman once known as my mum a woman that gave birth to a child
So pure so tiny but yet not able to survive the power of no love
This child turns in to a woman and carries anger herself
Trying to find the true life of herself
Did she achieve and finally achieve
Or was it all too hard
Did she strive to battle a war that would face her or was she so fearful?
Of those closed and hidden doors.
She a woman of pride a woman that survived
A woman that battled many walls but still trying to knock down all her walls
A woman of power a woman of strength
A woman that holds her head up and walks
In the life she leads for herself
The pain is so deep but the memories are still there
This woman just walks and breathes the fresh air
She opened many doors and climbed many walls
Now is walking all her talks
She is an action woman with whatever she says it all in the life of walking with pain
She is getting there with a huge road ahead but with a smile from ear to ear
As she looks ahead, she will make it through life with her pride so wild
And now the energy that keeps her alive this woman is me and yes I did achieve
And I will walk until I break every wall and I stand so tall
And be proud of myself to achieve to walk with no pain anymore
Slowly I will gain but for now I survived this wicked life
By Ros Taprell
And I'm not ashamed to show my face for the world to see the power I have in me.
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