Hush

Hush

A Poem by Scott S
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It's been awhile since I've written here. Good to be back. Have spent 3 plus years as a Forensic Child Interviewer at my county Child Abuse Center. Love what I do...and it's inspired me to write...

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Sunday morning, day of rest
I rise before the birds
Mom reminds me to be silent
Don't breathe a single word
I dress for church; skirt and flats
Alone inside my room
I leave my bedroom door ajar
I know he'll be here soon
Pray to Jesus; hold me near
Try to make this stop
Love me and protect me
From my mama's Pop
I know that he does love me
But I don't understand
Why he takes my soul from me
With one touch of his hand
He says that's it's an act of love
But I think that's not right
And when my bedroom door does open
I don't even fight
Papa says that it's our secret
And I should never speak
I want to cry out loudly
As the floor boards start to creak
Papa should have heard me well
I said I'm going to talk
He didn't think I had strength
Or that I could walk the walk
I told my favorite teacher
And Papa's gone at last
I look into the future
For I cannot change my past

© 2018 Scott S


Author's Note

Scott S
I work at a child abuse center and interview victims of child abuse. This is the first work I've done since I started there 3 plus years ago. My heart goes out to victims of child abuse, and this poem is a tribute to those who have endured that wrath.

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Added on October 22, 2018
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I'm Scott. I live in a small town on the Oregon Coast, and have been writing in one form or another since I was about thirteen years old. I have always enjoyed expressing myself through the written w.. more..

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