Secret Night Violence

The title tells it all

Secret Night Violence.

 

In her darkened room she whimpered

afraid to let her sobs break free.

Fearing her opening door and

the shape of one she knew she should love,

but who hurt her and filled her with fear..

Denying her love

Destroying her trust.

 

The door opened

he entered her room,

she cowered in her bed,

there was no place to hide.

He knew she would not call for help,

and if she did, no one would come.

He bent over her cringing form

one hand covered her mouth

the other stripped her bare.

A hard slap to her face

stemmed her stiffled sobs.

Again and again

she was forced

to do the things he liked.

 

Hours later he left her

discarded in her crumpled bed,

sobbing, afraid to scream

except in her head.

 

So passed another night

like all the rest she knew.

 

In the morning

     this ten year old

           covered her bruises

                   and caught her bus to school.

 

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Copyright JG 1995

 

© 2008 jen

 

Author's Note

All reviews, comments, etc welcome - Thanks

Reviews

[DiamondNRough AKA Patty..]

An Awsome Lavender Power Read...Love the creativity and flow of an ugly subject so many wish to ignore. I like reading the other responses too...It's so encouraging when you hear others say it NEEDS TO BE HEARD and they realize that we are healing when we write, but we help others heal to as they read what we write.

Safe Hugs

[A.J. Smith]

This is so well-written and touching. The entire work is very, very good, and the last few lines cannot help but move me, give me a lump in my throat. I read this in light of your unfolding memoirs. Hard to read, hard to imagine, but unspeakably hard for a child to endure.

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I don't think it is a touchy subject anymore......It is refreshing to read the truthful words well expressed. Certainly a message here for everyone. We must protect children.

[G D Howard]

I wrote a poem about the same subject not too long ago. For me it was a way to vent the anger and sorrow I was feeling from having to deal with the monsters that do these horrible things. I see the way it scars the victims. They live with the pain and the feeling of being dirty and wrong for the rest of their lives. My mother was a victim, not by a family member, but by a close family friend and she was ignored. She still hurts nearly fifty years later. I wish we could stop them all, but sometimes we can only help them pick up the pieces so they can move on and not be the next generation of monsters lurking in the shadows of some child's bedroom. Please share this with all so that we can all pray for heeling for those little victims.
Thank you sharing this with the world. Good write.

[blacksky45]

this is a touchy subject but wether poeple want to admit it or not this happens everyday. this poem is really sad and i REALLY like this poem. your words are powerful and make the meaning of the poem even more powerful. good poem and keep writing!