chantelle ribeiro

Rookie (1970/10/07 / South Africa - Johannesburg)

It Was Not My Fault - A Poem For Abused Children - Poem by chantelle ribeiro

Words hurt when written
from the chore of the heart
Where pain resides
Hidden in the folds of memory
They sometimes fester and die
The shocking secret of a child
I had to dig deep
I had to convince my soul
It was okay
That secrets could be revealed
Once buried deep and safe
Away from prying eyes for years
Behind the veil of hidden tears
I used to smile
Mask in place
hiding from my devastating past
My child mind convinced it was my fault
Never wanting them to know
My innocent life shattered
Shards of mirror reflecting
the emptiness inside my soul
Never trusting
A fugitive in life
I roamed lost in confusion
Running away from ugly truths
The voice inside whispering
A trembling soul
Wasted years and growing old
But now I know
I remember his evil mind
The cold blue eyes
The monster of my dreams
The wasted years
And I know it was not my fault


Comments about It Was Not My Fault - A Poem For Abused Children by chantelle ribeiro

  • Kirstie Deukett (4/1/2012 2:30:00 AM)

    Really touching Poem, It really opened my eyes, you are really strong writting this... (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 17, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, June 17, 2011


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