So sorry Jamie.

Jamie has had enough he is not going to school today. Well he is leaving home all right, but he is running away. He has had enough of what mum’s new befriend wants him to do. And if home were not bad enough he is the butt of the jokes at school.

Jamie has had enough of listening for the footsteps up to his attic room or waking up at night to find mum’s new guy kneeling over him in the gloom. He tried to lock his door but the key got mislaid he tried to tell  his mum but she could not be swayed.

Jamie’s tired of finding  excuses not to go home he’d rather stay in town, even if it’s raining,  and roam. The teachers are not listening to what he’s trying to say they just dock him points because he is late each day. Jamie’s friends can’t understand why he no longer wants them round they don’t realize he does not that bloke taking  them down.

So Jamie heading off this bright September morn hoping he can find somewhere to sleep that’s dry and warm. Where is he going to go to what is he going to do. There must be some way to help him some one who can see him through. There are supposed to places and people to help out ………… so why has poor Jamie, slipped the net and been left, so sadly, out.

So sorry Jamie.

Another poem for Awareness of Child Abuse Month.

14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. stephenedwards425
    Apr 14, 2012 @ 19:38:01

    Can’t begin to tell you how much this resonates within me…I left home at the age of 15…no footsteps in the night…just restless…but the not knowing what was coming next is real…took a lot of years and a lot of pain to pull it back together…but it can and does happen.

    Be encouraged!

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  2. Mira Jay
    Apr 14, 2012 @ 20:03:41

    Breaks a stone heart
    Dead-ends with each start
    Till when innocence by monsters should be bed-ridden!
    Till When the world will act blind to truths never hidden! 😥

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  3. gigoid
    Apr 14, 2012 @ 22:41:47

    Willow…. very good… good enough, I couldn’t finish reading it…. a problem I have sometimes with stuff such as this, and some of what the survivors from the sex trade have written…. I can’t read it through my own tears, and it’s too hard to come back to after breaking away to settle…. but, I’ll always check it out, and Like it, if only to let you know I approve….. take care…..

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    • willowdot21
      Apr 15, 2012 @ 07:34:53

      I am sorry to upset you but I feel that it has to be said. I have found this week extremely hard but I feel I owe it to the sex workers and the young abused to write these poems if it pricks one conscience and makes an agency or a social worker look deeper or a teacher or parent listen! Be careful XX

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  4. eof737
    Apr 15, 2012 @ 02:25:52

    So sad… Thank for sharing your poem in honor of a month that all should observe. Have you heard My Name Is Luka? I wrote a post on child abuse with that song as the foundation and your poem reminds me of it.

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    • willowdot21
      Apr 15, 2012 @ 07:38:56

      Yes I know the song, thank you for your compliment. I have had a hard week and dug deep to write five poems on the subject so far it has been wearing! We must try to help.

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  5. kate58
    Apr 15, 2012 @ 07:44:32

    I admire your bravery, Willow. I tend not to write about this – I find it upsets me too much. Well done. xx

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    • willowdot21
      Apr 15, 2012 @ 08:03:40

      Thank you Kate I have found this a hard and wearing week, writing wise. I just feel that voices need to be heard. It is happening, it could be happening anywhere even in a house near yours or mine . So I try to speak out. I know not everyone wants to write about this subject it is a horrible thought.

      Reply

  6. rumpydog
    Apr 15, 2012 @ 11:29:08

    Funny isn’t it, how these kids scream for help and nobody listens.

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  7. granbee
    Apr 16, 2012 @ 21:56:29

    Oh, Willowdot, I am so glad you did not neglect the issue of sexual abuse of young BOYS, not just young girls. I used to stand outside public restroom doors waiting for my son until he was a black belt in Tai Kwan Do!

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    • willowdot21
      Apr 16, 2012 @ 22:01:39

      yes that is true boys do sometimes get over looked . Having brought up three boys it is close to my heart! Did you see Chimwuanya that is about abuse to an African boy used as a slave.

      Reply

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