Detailed Negligence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Detailed Negligence



Images of betrayal fill minds, broken lives are filled with
darkness.

Acting out horrible deeds of yesterday, physically hurting,
talents lying dormant when they should have been encouraged.

All that's in this world could've been put to use if just
one person cared enough to reach out and not abandon a
little child who was too difficult to deal with.

Having always been hurt and abused, using whatever she had
left in her to refuse to speak or get close to anyone.

Pushing people constantly away so as not to be hurt like
before, the only friend was her little self and she was
beyond recognition.

Broken into many fragments, thrown to the wind, becoming who
she was, living on an iceberg, a cold child hermit doing the
best she could under impossible circumstances.

Running free and wild, always mild-mannered and polite,
fighting authority underneath, trying in childish ways to
repair the damage done to her.

Excessive scarring blocking and causing growth to falter
every step of the way, importance placed on living, existing,
keeping peace in an unpeaceful family.

Unsuccessfully feeling the numbing of detailed negligence,
hoping any moment that love and understanding would magically
arrive.

Living many fantasies within an imaginative mind, knowing
all along, the reality of life - choosing to ignore the
pain and stuff it into many cocoons.

Hiding from the horrible trauma, killing and burying it, or
so she thought.

Walking an even life - no ups or downs ever acknowledged,
living a narrow, straight line of life so no one could see
or hurt her any more.

An entire life lived on the basis of the ancient crib of
sexual abuse, filled with lustful pillows and sheets of
grown men's desires.

Covered with a blanket of secrecy and impending death,
ending in hopelessness, depression and suicide.

Hoping to finally erase memories which have reared their
ugly heads in the aging process of her life.

Not able to handle it, becoming too much for her, this
little child within has committed suicide.

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