Survivors Poetry

Children of the light

We suffer in silence in a world of our own,
Children of light, lost and alone,
our Innocence taken at such a young age,
victims of violence, torture and rage,
We travel through hurdle's across many miles,
our dreams, our fantasy's help fuel our smiles.
Dreams of flying in the wings of love,
embraced by the warmth from the sun up above,
our shame, pain and sadness, we manage to hide,
with our compassion and courage we learn to survive.
Hope keeps us grounded in the battle's of life,
Our shield is our strength and our guide is the light.

My heart has no song

As I pulled the handle, down towards me,
id have a sense of dread an uncertainty,
every day when I got home,
I'd run up the stairs, id wait all alone,
your ugly, your fat, a slut and a whore,
the words from her mouth plus so many more,
she blamed me, she hurt me but she didn't care,
she did what she wanted cos no one was there.
bruises to my face, it was the door,
bruises on my thighs I fell on the floor,
no one would question these lies that I told,
it went on and on until 17 years old.
I tried to get help, but to no avail
so I was abandoned, the system failed.
I felt I was drowning. there was nobody there
I felt so alone there was no one to care,
yet I still I loved her with all that I had,
but she just hated me, I was evil and bad.
I smiled and I laughed outside didn't know,
my innocence in ruins, why didn't it show?
curled up in the corner, id wonder why
no one would help me, why didn't they try.
too much has happened, in this life of mine,
shame hurt and loneliness, depression entwine.
courage is faltering, confidence now gone,
hurt many times, what did I do wrong,
so many memories mixed up in my head,
too much to deal with, cant look ahead.
I wake up I do the things that need to be done,
my life feels so empty, my heart has no song.

Poems by Michelle Stockwell