The tininess of a child’s hand
That should only reach out for love
But instead spitefully twisted
Where pain has no doubt
The softness of skin
That only a child can bring
Until the cigarette is put
And pureness distorted by burning caused
The tenderness of every word
First spoken and on years grown
Polluted by every word sworn
Invaded by more that is learnt
Delicate the child mind
That can so easily be torn
By both that said
And every cruel thought unspoken
So loving the young voice
Sweetly asking for belonging
Innocence easily ripped
Passed on a vile disease
Fragile those
Who cannot protect themselves
So invisible those who are so close
Who don’t know or care what they leave in disrepair
Not on the breakfast table
Do all the headlines lie
In the safety of their own
So many children die or lose their lives
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This is simply
Outstanding poetry beautifully written. Full of power,emotion and sensitivity. You draw the reader in and keep them there - stunning. I really really like your work. This subject may be an uncomfortable one to read for many but necessary! Thank you so much for sharing this.
Fragile those
Who cannot protect themselves
So invisible those who are so close
Who don’t know or care what they leave in disrepair
This says it all. Very very well written.
Kaz x
It’s impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.
Purplemoondoll is right
…this is a bit uncomfortable to read ,yet so many helpless children are abused ,especially sad when it is their own families.The emotions evoked are intense.A great peice of truth.Well done.
Lacy,