A dove's tears

This is from the voice of a sexual abuse survivor.

They stole my dreams when they broke my wings
What reason does a dove have left, to sing

If not for the joyous days of flight?
Dark rage held me within its blackest night

Sending an arctic blast of seething wrath
Into my already tragic path

 

Pain gripped my heart like icy fingers
Where a pool of tears still lingers

Sheeting a crystal trail of shimmering tears
It’s tragic, the burdens a she -dove bears

The secrets held within my soul
Of tragic deeds that did unfold

 

Tossed too soon, from the protective nest
Among the thorns and rocks, no peace, no rest

Crippling my joy, wounding my happiness
Never did I give up the search for tenderness

Wake up, little dove, run away and hide
There’s no safe place from the wolves for you to reside

 

Without the power given to soar so high
Without the strength to coo & sigh, she’ll die

The dreams held within a dove’s gentle cote
Become a distant echo of dreams, remote

Unable to feel the sun’s warmth from the sky
A dove’s song fades, her heart will wither and die

 

Hope springs eternal, it’s said
From vivid imagery in my head

To penetrate my frigid heart
and light a tiny, flickering spark

Save this dove, little spark of hope
She has the right to sing
Even without her precious wings

Reviews

[Brjden (Bridge-Den) Cre..]

Very gripping! I enjoyed the way you told the story and how sad your dove interpretation translate to human beings. Very strong write!

[bluessadmood]

stole my dreams..broke my wings
whats left of life for me to sing
everything is taken away
rage held within..so dark
like the arctic blast is my wrath
pain ,sadness anger grows along my path
pain grips my heart like ice..as tears fill those eyes
i walked from my hide among the thorns rocks..but no peace no rest
no joy no happiness..only still looking for tenderness
wake up ..little dove ..run and hide
dreams and hopes fade
only a spark to excite her her heart
and give her hope to sing again
for those bullies took all her strength
even her wish to fly..
i just loved this ..excuse me if played with the words ..so lovely they were
lovely write

[just is]

This is so powerful and so tragic, my goodness this breaks me up, Abuse hurts.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

A very beautifully written poem about such a tragic subject. Abuse in any form is apalling and we must speak out against it, especially for the children. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

This is amazingly powerful... the tragic undertones is astounding and the use of the dove to represent the child's innocents is done with genius... I can't even pic out a favorite stanza cause the whole things grips me from first word to the last letter.