Into this world
A child is born
To live with
Velvet love
Or thorns of
Hurtful scorn
Delicate psyche
Like petals of a
Rain kissed rose
Uncertain destiny
Life unfolds
Longing for acceptance
Smiles and affection
Instead
Receiving bitter frowns
Laced with splinters of
Dejection
Wading through
Rivers of ridicule
Struggling to survive
Why did they want
A child in their lives
No broken bones or
Abrasions
No visible bruise
Scared and all alone
No one sees silent
Mental wounds
Dark family secrets
Better not tell
Child suffers a
Nightmare of a
Conscious living Hell
One day to be grown
With children of
Their own
They must shatter
The cycle of abuse and
Remember painful days
Of innocent youth
When they wore
A child’s shoes
(C) Leatherman 2012
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