This poem was inspired by the internal world of adults and children who have gone through abuse. Seeing someone on the street walk by, we may never realize what is going on in the many internal worlds the occupy. Inside there are numerous voices and perhaps this is one of them.
Dedicated to the Inner Child in all of us.
A Child’s Pain
I hear you
You hate me
Your voice haunts me
Taunts me
Incessant
I cannot escape
Drowning in sounds of insults
Permeate
To depths unknown
My body, my limbs, my cells
My soul
Shrivels
Shrinking in despair
Hearing the only language ever known
Despised, Disgraced
Scared to the core
Spewing anger to disguise the pain
Staying distant
Safe
Knees drawn tight
Rocking
In pain
Terrified of monsters
Known and unknown
No escaping
Little legs cannot run fast enough
Nowhere to run
No one to run to
No hope for the young and innocent
Precious little one
I love you
But you do not believe me
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