Tag Archives: Writing and Poetry
Running silently from the classroom
Little girl crying with sudden tears
A quiet little sentence
In amongst the bullies fears
He passed it to me slowly
I was a little blonde girl all of eight
Swinging on my chair in the teachers room
As she did the sums and spellings all of late
And he looked at me so solemnly
The quiet boy in the room
I had been watching him for a while
But really had not noticed him so soon
And in this little note was how
He was living here of late
Of how this person was visiting him
And doing things of horror and hate
And as I read and read
Of what this note contained
I realised why this boy was silent
The horror deeply ingrained
And swinging back on my chair
More horror yet to come
A slow tear began to trickle
And I got up from my seat and began to run
The other side of the playground
And there I began to shake and cry
The sheer horror the boy had gone through
The silence was all he could but try
And there is nothing I can really tell you
Apart from I went home from school early that day
And in the night time darkness,
My little teddy bear comforted me all the way
Speak Out Rochester!
Call for Work
A day long, free event, dedicated to “speaking out” against all forms
of childhood abuse, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
Any and all creativity born from surviving abuse or fighting
against it will be shared and appreciated. Help break the cycle
of secretiveness and misconceptions the way only survivors can.
When: Saturday April 23th, 2011, at 9:30 am-2:00 pm
Where: Hochstein Music School
Contact: Melanie Blow, email@example.com (585) 315-6480
or (585) 647-1041
This educational and artistic event is funded on a strictly volunteer basis.
No Childcare Provided
Please contact the event direct on numbers and contacts provided.
On the path there are many twists and turns.
There are days of joy mixed with heartache,
Days of utter confusion and despair mixed with hope,
Days of wondering will you ever be able to cross the bridge.
Don’t lose hope, continue on the path until the bridge is within reach;
With its pure glistening water below and the warmth of the sun hitting your face.
Crossing the bridge is hard when the wounded heart is fearful of the unknown.
Are you ready to cross; leaving the old life behind?
Its hard to change when the wounds of the past have built your life.
On one side there is dark blindness; the other light and life abundance;
Which one will you choose?
Tags: Writing and Poetry