Abuse is a sentence
Abuse is a sentence that is more than for life,
It splatters around and grows wings that aren’t nice,
It diverts to dark places to find new dark air,
And suffocates prisoners unable to share.
Abuse causes struggles and gasps for fresh air,
It causes ill health, addictions and scares,
It kills people’s souls and takes away hearts,
Abuse is immoral, and bitter and dark.
Abuse kills off lives, yet abusers roam free,
Preparing attacks and seen out leisurely,
Their selfish unkind and heinous crime,
Continues to pause others in their darkness and grime.
Abuse lives on in each vein and each thought,
Inhibiting hearts and a silence – that’s taught,
This silence holds pain at a dangerous cost,
Causing confusion and lives to get lost.
I pray for peace, for love and for care,
I pray for the many who are just not aware,
I pray that the world soon starts to listen,
To give young hearts some hope that can glisten.
I pray for the children being abused,
For their nights to be peaceful and not to be used
By selfish behaviour that darkens their thoughts,
And fills up their dreams with much pain and distort.
Children are living in fear for their life,
They are empty and scared by abuse that is rife,
There are no words for the pain many share,
I just pray for peace, for love and for care.
International Women’s Day 2022
As a woman I stand here proud and with voice,
I shout from the rooftops with flare and with choice,
Something I didn’t know that I could now do,
But now feel the freedom of pride – that’s new.
Women have come along way with their views,
We stand and we celebrate each other’s good news,
I’m proud of my sisters wherever they be,
And united I share in their value and glee.
We are strong, we are heroes, we’re filled with good care
We are active and present, and use this to air –
our strength and our voice with our presence and heart,
To rise and consider those at a fresh start.
Each year we all hope for a fresh way to live,
We shine a bright light on the way people give,
With this new hope and connections we make,
Our celebration of women allows us to break….
…free from the bias, the shame and the fear, the complex discussion
that keeps us so near, to freedom and voice and inclusive debates
That bring about intrigue and opinion it makes.
My journey has given me food for much thought,
I’ve no expectations or grudges to sort,
I’m taking my lessons to ease future pain,
And giving young people my lessons for gain.
I am proud to be here as a woman who’s found,
Her heart and her love and her future abound,
I share here today my sister’s great worth,
And celebrate women who inhabit our Earth.
© Emma Jane Taylor, IWD 2022 for use of the material please contact Christine Milne
Their hearts are so shiny so innocent, so new,
They haven’t yet found how to understand you,
But they will as time passes and they find their light,
The one you put out which will one day shine bright.
You took away innocence, life and young hope,
And all you could think of was a selfish dark grope,
Did it make you feel better to cause so much pain,
To tiny young hearts who looked on with disdain.
Your actions and thoughts need help and some care,
Without which you’re dangerous and need to be snared,
Young hearts should just live and run and just be,
And you need to allow them to run and be free.
Let go and be wise – you’re killing young minds,
Let go and think how you could change to be kind,
Let go and get help so children can see,
That life should be fun, and very carefree.
What were you doing?
Why did you do what you did…was it right?
To make me feel scared when out of sight,
If it wasn’t so bad then why couldn’t I tell,
Of course, we now know this didn’t sit well.
The sharp memories pang when I go to sleep,
That not very nice and do make me weep,
The smells that remind me of your dirty act,
The music that makes me convulse and retract.
You’re selfish, you’re mean, you don’t deserve much,
You need more than therapy to help you, as such,
Young minds do not need your guiding through life,
They need to be guided away from your strife.
I’m seeing a therapist ~ you gave her to me,
It’s been forty years but I am finally now free,
My nightmares have turned to dreams of good days,
And now I help others to not go astray.
You’re nothing to me ~ just a lesson I share,
A lesson that keeps children aware from your lair,
A lesson that helps young minds to stay able,
And continues to give hope and keep children stable.
You were young you were innocent, carefree and kind,
You were not to have known of the pain in your mind,
Those distorted thoughts that grew with your age,
That made you feel like a lion that’s caged.
Your angers now heard, your voice is now strong,
You must never forget that you did nothing wrong,
You were just a child; innocent and small,
And now you’re grown up with a heart full of tools.
You’ve found the right way and look back with new eyes,
That give you new power to understand why,
It was never you who did this dark act,
You just keep going and know that’s a fact.
I’m so proud to know you to listen and learn,
To give others hiding their voice in return,
We’ve come along way let’s never forget,
Thank you for being the voice you project.