I Cry Silently

Did you feel
Pity when you
beat me- then left
black and blue;
depriving like theft
my childhood?

Sending me scurrying
with hidden scars,
secretly burying
my quiet rage.
Suffering in silence
like an animal in a cage.

In a gentler ambience,
can I set free
my steely chains
that keep feelings intact-
leave nothing that remains
like love in the abstract?

For years of enduring
abuse that's so evil
forgiveness misunderstood
may seem less uncivil
if only you would
Say you're sorry, for God's sake!

Author's note:Yesterday I was reading some writings of authors I had never read before. Some had writings in their ports that pertained to the personal child abuse which they had suffered. I was deeply moved by what I read. My heart ached for those victims of relentless abuse.

I was never a victim of that kind of abuse. Yet, I felt so strongly connected to those who were.

I wrote this poem afterwards. It is the first time I ever ventured into such a sensitive area that I knew nothing about. I really felt compelled to write it anyways.

embe ~ this one is for you.