I play this game at the call of my name
soft calling, haunting, serving me my warning
eyes meet mine, my flight response on time
adrenaline speaking, ears thumping, heart beating
I play this game, I learnt it at the call of my name
sanctuary I seek to never quite reach
drawing in long breaths, I sit, eyes adjusting to darkness
clicks of sin, nearing the location I’m akin
light beams through, a hand offered in refuge
hot water floods my cheeks, confusion in me peaks
I have played this game, I learnt it at the call of my name
Soft eyes meet mine, as I learn to breath freely again for the first time
I know this game, but it ends differently with them, for I am not condemned to hell.
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about children re-learning to live after being subjected to abuse.
- Category: Children
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I hit the like button, because I kinda liked this introduction to your writing
.. thank you for sharing it with us and welcome to My Poetic Side .. 🙂
Thank you for liking my piece! I have never posted anything I have wrote before so I'm thrilled to have reached a few people with this.
.............................................. my pleasure my friend .. I sincerely hope you post many more 🙂
Welcome to MPS. This is a excellent write on child abuse. Not so easy to learn trust at such a young age.
Hi, I'm really glad you liked my piece and understood the message it was trying to convey. Thank you for reading it. 🙂
You're entirely welcome. ; )
Child abuse is the most horrendous of crimes, it should never ever be happening, I just do not understand why it happens.
Welcome to MPS.
Yes, It honestly is the worst kind of crime! thank you for taking the time to read it.
I do hope that your piece is just an imaginative construction rather than based on past experience.
Either way this issue needs to be out in the open for discussion and remedy.
Can't tell you I enjoyed your piece but i did like it for the picture painted and delivery.
Welcome as above. Responses to comments are what make MPS work - and you've got that already.
Hi, thank you for taking the time to read my piece and leaving feedback! It wasn’t wrote out of a personal experience, I was inspired to write it from the work I do with children in care.
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