The Child In Us

God bless the child in me

where I go to be comforted and heal.

To those days of bare feet and dancing in the rain

no room for sorrow, bitterness and pain.

But sadly for some this memory is shrouded

in neglect or abuse by adults who thought that

it was their right to destroy the child in those

who had no one to turn to, no one real close.

God help us please break this cycle.

Protect them from harm like the Archangel Michael.

It’s time to give voice, to defend and protest

against anyone who harms

the child in us.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Absolutely. Speaking only for myself, I don't know what I'd do without my inner child. Even though I endured much neglect when little, I still found the world a place of promise and wonder. Now an old fogey, I treasure those memories.

[Dara]

Yes, it is important to know how to find what I also call our "happy place". By the sounds of it, you did :-) thank you so much for taking the time to read my poem.

[Jamestown]

Awesome message and well written, thanks for sharing.

[Dara]

Thank you so much. As a teacher I saw the effects all too often. I really appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.

[Droc]

Droc has vast experience of abuse. The effects lay dormant behind the silent eyes, and as a teacher you would have observed the 'reaction' to abuse. The effects lay hidden beneath the murky water and only become apparent when the bubbles rise to the surface and release the toxic gas, which usually happens later in life. People need to tread carefully and respectfully regards this subject, and understand they do not speak for the victims who have their own voice should people take the time to listen. You are on safe ground, though Droc would like to leave you with this (unpalatable) poem.

Wilt in Silence Child
Not one word will be heard
Not one picture into word
yours against mine
and I am divine
So fall on the sword and begone!