http://slow.writerscafe.org/Hadena The original writings of author DeafeningPoem en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776229090 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As I watch my crimson tears fall to the floor from the slits in my arm, I remember a time where I was so innocent to harm, back before you were ever mine.  I was so blind to what I should have seen. The hatred, the sadness, awaiting me. No one can relate to a cutter that has been through so muc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/412210/ Sister, please hold my hand as we journey through land. Together we stand, together we wil fall. No matter what God will keep us together. That will be the best of all. Sister, please hold my hand. Because without I can't stand. For we were put on this earth for a reason to go through.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/412205/ A poem written about someone using Church as abuse. Written for a friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/412202/ An abuse poem written for a loved one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/412195/ About a friends abuse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/412192/ Poem written for a friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/412191/ We're daughters and mothers not so long ago. We give and take and take and give. Along time's endless row. Love is passed and love recieved. To be passed on again: A precious heirloom twice, twice blessed. A spiritual cardigan. I'll put it on and treasure it. The me I have recieved, and when th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/412188/ A poem about me being molested as a child http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/412186/ Things can move at such a pace. The second hand just waves goodbye. You know the light has left his face. But you can't recall just where or why. Cuz it would take an acrobat. And I already tried all that. I'm gonna let him fly. There's no mercy in a wildfire. No rest at all in freedom. Choices we a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/412173/ Never knowing where to turn, not knowing what to do. Feeling helpless and alone, Why do you feel like no one cares about you. Why do they laugh at you and treat you unhuman, What right do they have to say what they think? They put you down, they never gave a f**k. They look at you and laugh in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/412169/ A Poem about Me learning that God never leaves http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/412165/ A rape poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/311686/ She was just 7 years oldWanted daddy to tuck her into bedDaddy took her handAnd kissed her small headHe lifted her small bodyAnd place her under the coversRubbed her small tummyDaddy needed a loverShe told daddy she was scaredHe told her not to cryAs sliped his hand under her n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/311685/ SmileNo one smiles anymore, as you’re walking city streets. People worry about themselves making two ends meet. They all have problems, yours they just don’t need. Friendships cannot grow if no one plants a seed. When you share a burden it makes the journey light. So take the time to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/311681/ SORRY MOMMY & DADDY.I didn't mean to spill my milk at dinner last night. SORRY MOMMY & DADDY.SORRY MOMMY & DADDY.SORRY MOMMY & DADDY.i didn't mean to pee in my pants yesterday. SORRY MOMMY & DADDY.SORRY MOMMY & DADDY.I love you!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/311679/ Please Lord,      Let my soul not be poor,      empty and hollow opening,      but let a fire burn,      and let me yearn,      please don't let me suck,  &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/270448/ It’s the flutter of a butterfly’s wing I notice The gentle breeze brushing by my face It’s the rhythmic beating of a heart just like mine Beneath the shadows of this desolate place In a world of heartbreak, tears and sorrow It’s that glowing spirit that captures m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/270447/ A Poem I wrote for a friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/269118/ Entering my being without an invitation Begging screaming pleading Mercilessly he continues on with every thrust I die a little Beads of sweat dripping from his forehead his breath in my mouth His strength overpowering How can I hurt and feel numb concomitantly I sit in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/269115/ After, so longYears ofBeing misused & abused I haveFinallySurrendered to the pressureCause by your hits and your wordsI have Broken to many pieces.I have Shattered under the gravitational forceI call Abuse.My Fragmented presenceConjoins to create my existence,Which linger.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/268220/ I am so small. invisible..trapped inside my grey little boxno doors to get out with,no windows to look out of.beaten down into the corner.curling inside myself hidingthere is no more me,crushing my mind rape has twisted me.I was never meant to be anything else.but his little w***.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/268219/ My house has no doorsso air can pass through it,and radio static and prayers and other such involuntary consumed beverages.My house has no doorsso memories can blow free of its wrinkles; cracks; crevices; corners.My house has no doorsso fits of painful nostalgia cannot ensue.My house.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/268217/ Suicide Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/268213/ Thank you for always being there, Thank you for showing that you care. Thank you for helping me pull through, I dont know what I'd do without you. Thank you for telling me its ok, Thank you for showing me theres another way, Thank you for letting me know how you feel, We're going.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/265852/ A Poem about Rape http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/265851/ About a miscarriage I had http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/265849/ Friendship http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/265846/ DEAR GRANDPA, I WILL REALLY MISS YOU DEARLY.THERE ISN'T A DAY THAT GOES BY AND I DON'T SHED A TEAR, NOT EVEN NEARLY.TO ME YOU JUST MEANT SO MUCH,HOW BAD I YEARN FOR YOUR TOUCH.DEAR GRANDPA, YOU WHERE A PEACEFUL SOUL,THATS WHY IT WAS SO HARD TO LET YOU GO.DEAR GRANDPA THEY SAY DON'T BE .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/265842/ I see her as a little girl hiding in her roomShe takes another bath and she sprays her mommas perfumeTo try to wipe away the scent he left behindBut it haunts her mind. You see she's his little rag, nothing more than just a waifAnd he's mopping up his need, she is tired and afraidMaybe s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/265841/ A Child Looking for someone to love her http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/265840/ Death is nothing at all. It does not count.I have only slipped away into the next room Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you,and the old life that we lived so fondlytogether is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/265839/ Child Abuse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/265838/ About a child's relationship with an abusive mother http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/265837/ How death has affected me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/265836/ My Feelings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hadena/265832/