A poem about the shame & terror of abuse. I'm in my late 20s, wrote this when I was 16. |
Streets of shame Littered with secrets of her past Dirty shameful lies She'd forgotten at last Secrets interweaving through the passages of her mind Secrets caught in an everlasting bind Haunting hurtful lies Replacing bedtime fairy tales Causing her continued Frightened midnight wails No one but she has ever walked her twisted streets of shame Ironic how her littered, dirty streets Contrast with her name "Spring" they called her Meaning new life and joy Instead he has hurt her Played with her mind to destroy Any part of love That she might have felt Was cracked along with The crack of his belt His fury he took out On her innocent face Then he was sorry His voice soft as lace His depression and fury Became hers to share He convinced her that no one would ever really care For so long she was lost In those twisted streets of shame Her innocence lost With the beat of his cane Finally she has escaped from his depression and wrath And now their shared anger Is diminishing at last Her bruises are fading Both inside and out Because inside her mind She has found another route copyright Jenna Brennan, 2009 |