Why So sad

Fears are Tears

What do you see in this little girl here, I see tears and pain and loneliness and a lot of fear.

Why is she crying I hear you say, why is she so sad. She will tell you it is because she has to go home after school every day.

She looks so lost and so very sad nothing in her  little life could be so bad? OH! Yes it is though you’d never of guessed her bruises don’t show they are hidden by the way she is dressed.

Who hurts this little one who treats her so. Someone in her  family? surely no  . Her Mummy and Daddy they say she is bad, that she never learns and it is always her  fault for the beatings she’s had.

Stop now and  look at her, she is ever so thin it looks like she is in need of something to eat. She is shaking and staring directly at her feet. Gently please don’t  flinch I am not going to hurt you look my fists are not clinched .

She is so frighten as I dry her tears I hope I can help and allay her fears. She has spent hours standing out in the yard peeping through the window watching the rest of the family, warm and happy it must be so hard.

It is not surprising that she smells so bad she cannot remember the last bath she had. And God help her if she wets her bed ( because her tormentors have got inside her head) She gets beaten and the sheets rubbed in her face the rest of the family laugh at her she feels such disgrace.

It is not fare it is nothing she has done but this little girl has never known fun. She has been beaten and abused and kept away from everyone.

23 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. zendictive
    Dec 02, 2011 @ 17:55:55

    my blood boils when I see such a sight, the thoughts run rampid. My little girl came running home one day looking like this with her knees scrapped up, she couldn’t talk from crying. Turns out she was riding her bike and crashed cause her shoe lace got caught in the chain, she kept crying, “My shoe is tore up!” Bless her heart. This is a powerful poem that pulls at the heart strings.



  2. willowdot21
    Dec 02, 2011 @ 18:15:17

    I have had the honour to have three children all grown up and left home, who I love dearly as does my husband we would die for them. I did work in a children’s home for ten/eleven years the children were all disturbed and difficult for reasons.Life can be hard and wicked we must always look out for the young ones! How can people do this!


  3. Vampire Weather
    Dec 02, 2011 @ 18:25:02

    It is the darkness within us that we leverage on the unsuspecting in our proximity. Our torment, torn from our own wounded heart, can become the abuse of another. It is sad to see, and draws pity from my soul for both the adult who perpetrates it and the child who must endure, for both are suffering through a distorted exercise in the otherwise beautiful potential of life. Wonderful work willow


  4. Dave
    Dec 02, 2011 @ 20:04:53

    Reading this just makes me feel sad.


  5. zumpoems
    Dec 02, 2011 @ 20:11:23

    Very ugly subject and yet handled very well.


  6. princessnadielala
    Dec 03, 2011 @ 01:35:37

    It breaks my heart that there could be a child sitting right in front of me and I may not know their hurt. So many children are screaming on the inside for help and we not know their hurt. I thank you for posting this and we should all say a prayer for the children all around the world who are hurting.


    • willowdot21
      Dec 03, 2011 @ 11:00:18

      Thank you for stopping by , and I agree with your comments. It is so very sad that there are, as you say, so many children screaming inside desperately for help. I think your idea for us all to pray for them is wonderful and I certainly going to join . Thank you again for your comments this is a subject I feel strongly about.


  7. jasmindamaro
    Dec 06, 2011 @ 07:55:37

    sehr schoener blog wuensche dir eine wunderbare vorweihnachts zeit alles liebe von jasmin damaro


    • willowdot21
      Dec 06, 2011 @ 08:53:42

      Hallo Jasmine Vielen Dank für Ihre freundlichen Worte Ich wünsche Ihnen Weihnachtswünsche auch! Ich hoffe, das sagt, was ich mir habe ich Google Translation verwendet werden, bedeuten


  8. Maiya
    Dec 29, 2011 @ 21:16:14

    Oh my friend, you have brought tears to my eyes. This is a powerful piece it tugs the heart and brings tears to the eyes. I truely believe that if we write about this and if it causes one person to stand up and stop one child from hurting then we have done our bit.


  9. willowdot21
    Dec 29, 2011 @ 21:26:15

    Yes I would like to think we could make a difference , I would like round up the evil people who mistreat and abuse and let them have a taste of their own treatment.


  10. willowdot21
    Apr 11, 2012 @ 19:44:28

    Reblogged this on willowdot21 and commented:

    This is a poem on child abuse I wrote last December . I am reblogging it because I am trying to honour Child Abuse Month before it ends sadly I only found out about Child Abuse Month on tuesday,


  11. catcherofstars
    Apr 11, 2012 @ 19:56:47

    It is so awful that children are treated that way! I just don’t understand.
    Andrea xx


  12. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words
    Apr 12, 2012 @ 09:17:13

    Reblogged this on ladybluerose.


  13. Mira Jay
    Apr 12, 2012 @ 09:35:00

    A Lillie surrounded by thorns that never know how tenderness does taste
    Kidnapped her innocence & to her sweetness they’ve kept a promise; cruelty, to paste…


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