A poetic journey through my mind

Little Flowers (trigger warning: abuse, children)

curly heads and shining faces
frightened eyes behind the walls
little targets, little weapons,
back and forth like ping-pong balls
angry voices, violent actions
little faces blind with pain
staring out of curtained windows
flowers turning toward the rain

2 responses

  1. This is very tender I see bees buzzing and attacking , but no one listens to the pleas “little faces blind with pain staring out of curtained windows” even the flowers turn away………. yes that is how it feels. x

    March 21, 2012 at 11:22 am

  2. This is painful to read, while at the same time I give thanks that you continue to draw attention to the horror of child abuse. Such innocence scarred so early in life! Please continue to be sure no one forgets or gets blind to this horrible problem in the world. Praying for all these chlidren, wherever they may be. Working and speaking out on these issues.

    March 22, 2012 at 4:15 pm

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