No hidey hole

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No hidey hole
I try to run,
I try to hide,
there is no hidey hole,
he can’t find,

On tiptoes,
I peek outside,
and wave to my friends,
playing outside,

Shut my eyes tight,
and I’m by their side,
until he yanks my hair,
and brings me back inside.

LOST

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Lost

 Far away eyes,

Runaway mind,

 

Hiding,

From terrors,

 undefined,

 

New friends,

Invisible

 to the ordinary eye,

 

Another home,

Another husband,

Another life,

 

Worlds friendlier,

safer than reality,

 

places,

 where we can’t be

 worlds that hold,

no memories

 S.E

‘For you I will’

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There are several ways to lose loved ones to Domestic Violence.

I have written about one friend. This is another. 

TOMORROW MORN

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BEFORE YOU WALK OUT THE DOOR

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BEFORE YOU WALK OUT THE DOOR

 On quivering legs,

she reaches the door,

frantic to escape,

the man that snores,

she stretches up,

trying so hard,

for those few inches more,

between her legs,

an aching bleeding sore,

she peeks over the windowsill,

to her picture perfect home,

 next door,

desperate for that familiar,

engine roar,

yearning for the voice,

that will restore her world,

 once more,

until the next time,

her mummy needs to go,

 to the store

If you were me

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 If you were me

Where would you be?

Would you be happy?

Or have a family?

 

If you were me

Would you sleep easily?

 And not have bad dreams?

Or flinch every time the floorboards creak?

 

If you were me

would you trust people easily?

Would you make friends quickly?

Or would you treat everyone suspiciously?

 

If you were me,

Would you forgive me

For stealing your virginity

Before you turned fifteen?           

 

If you were me

Would you hate me?

Would you run away constantly?

And would you refuse to call me mummy?

 

 

The error of her ways

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Abuse, Depression, heartbreak, poems about domesstic violence, Poems about women, sad poems, sadness

 She sits and prays,

That her husband’s anger has died away,

 

She knows she is truly a disgrace,

For chatting to her ex-workmate,

 

When she should have been cleaning the house,

And keeping it in a perfect state,

 

So when he comes home from work today,

She will thank him through swollen lips on a black and blue face,

 

For pointing out the error of her ways,

So she will never make the same mistake.

On the floor

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On the floor she lay,

in a befuddled daze,

praying her mother would visit today,

and be her saving grace,

blood splattered all over her face,

eyes stuck on the fists coming her way,

brain begging God to help her escape

Whisper

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Whisper in my ear

all your fears

whisper in my ear

the reason for those unshed tears

whisper in my ear

Is it someone we hold dear?

whisper in my ear

Are they near?

whisper please whisper in my ear

whisper

when I am near

whisper

because I hold you so very dear

whisper

so our hearts can stop their tears

whisper

so I can take you somewhere where you no longer fear

whisper my child whisper in my ear

Tell me

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Tell me what secrets,

Lie behind those beautiful brown eyes,

What do you hide?,

Tell me and make that burden mine,

Tell me why an old woman stares at me,

Through nine-year old eyes

Forgive Me

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Abuse, Child Abuse, Discipline, Domestic Violence, poems about child abuse, Violence against Children

I wrote this after hearing details of a court case in which a father who angry with his son  for not doing what he was told. Tied him up and beat him for a whole day then finally he cut the child with a bushfire across the belly. Only then was the father satisfied and the mother was allowed to approach the child and rush him to the hospital but it was too late.

During this time the mother watched in terror. Fear of her husband overriding all maternal instincts. I as a mother I can only imagine what was going through her mind, body and soul during and afterwards.

I am not an angel.  I work everyday to stop my habit formed by what my culture has brought me up to believe that using the rod to discpline the child is good for the child.  I will keep trying for as long as I live.