In the Quiet

In the quiet

my pain is
more
pronounced

my mistakes
more
glaring

my weaknesses
apparent

It is
in the quiet

in stillness

I see what busyness

covers best.

It is then

I am
unbearably

exposed

it is

when I am most brittle

I feel most human.

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HELL

Hell has
flowers,
rainbows,
and
birds singing in trees.

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YOU SPEAK ME

You know what I want to say
but can’t
You get why sometimes
a little is too much
or that sometimes a lot is not enough
You speak silence
You get why it’s never too late
never too far to go
You know when it’s okay to be here
and when its not
You get that sometimes it’s a ME thing,
and you know when its an Us thing
You know its work
and you still show up
you still stick around
You speak me
Thank God for you!

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From The Hearts Of Innocents #2

HANDS ARE FOR WRITING

Legs are for walking
Hands are for writing
Brains are for thinking
Knees for kneeling
Enough is enough
Stop violence

Elizabeth Wilmot 10 years Old

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These poems were written by students when they were asked to write poems for the National Krai day. On this day last week women and children all around Papua New Guinea rallied to protest against the increasing levels of domestic and sexual violence in PNG.

I was surprised by the number of children at our little march in my town. I spoke to several and was saddened by a couple of stories. I was so caught in how domestic violence affected women that I missed the children.

One child told me when his father hit his mother he would shoot him with his catapult (all the while tears streaming down his face). An act which often led to redirecting his father’s rage to him giving his mother a chance to escape. I wanted to take his photo but couldn’t in case of putting him in more trouble.

Maiya

FROM THE HEARTS OF INNOCENTS #1

ENOUGH

We take the pain
Enough is enough

We cry in pain
Enough is enough

We live in fear
Enough is enough

So listen
Enough is enough

by Karlsem Wilmot 14 yrs old

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It is easier to build strong children then to repair broken men – Frederick Douglas