She was a girl
full of dreams,
affectionate, adoring,
easy to please,
a full life ahead,
so it seems....
Living and laughing, dancing a dream,
loving life, to its means.
sixteen and beautiful
full of passion and grace,
she hungered for the day
she could take her place.
Hopes and dreams
of a full life ahead,
she saw it coming
she never had any dread.
Living and laughing, dancing a dream
loving life, to its means.
daytime turned to darkness
joy to grief,
laughter to tears
with no passion or grace.
Beaten and wounded
youth taken away,
she longed for the day
she could escape this place.
Protecting the ones she loved
from the outcome of her fate,
she pushed it deep down inside
and hide it at any rate.
Day’s turned to weeks
weeks turned to years,
she kept smiling and living
but joy was replaced with fear.
Longing for the one
who would hold her tight,
turning her darkness
back into light.
Living and laughing, dancing a dream
Loving life to its means…
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Stormy Angel/DMA
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April is ****** Assault Awareness Month along with National Child Abuse Prevention Month the two go hand in hand. Any form of Child Abuse happens from infant age to adult age and at times carry’s beyond. If you see or feel a child is being abused in any form of any way call this National Number To Report It…
1-800-4-A-CHILD (1-800-422-4453) or visit the web site at, Childhelp National Child Abuse Hotline… http://www.childhelp.org/pages/hotline-home Crisis Counselors Available 24/7.
This poem is a true story about a girl who was ****** Assaulted by a family member, who after years has come out of her hiding place, has found her true love and is living her dreams.
All abuse damages the heart and soul, it puts out a light and the scars you forever hold.
Make a stand, report if you see or think a child is being abused, you could save a life!
