This is a free verse written for MicroPoetry Month with the theme of “violence” in mind, reflections of a youth counsellor, followed by solo renga.
She listens with benevolence
their stories never told
the shame and guilt of violence
those tales so raw and bold
of adults spewing cunning lies
they violate ‘til she cries.
A pause ensues, she hears a sigh
despite attempts to offer hope
their stories make her cry
said tears bring no relief
some tales are just too hard to bear
she hears them in their grief;
the hardest tale of all to share
are secrets found in dark despair
illicit truths, unmasking lies
“You know I love you… Daddy cares.!”
she holds their secrets in her heart
and hopes the healing may finally start
tomorrow is another day
she knows it will soon start again
and she’ll be there to hear their say
in hopes to soothe the constant pain
if even for the briefest moment
expunge the grief away
(solo renga)
autumn leaves
left on the grounds
destroy emerald greens
remains left to decompose
destroy the life beneath
tending to debris
allows the earth to breath
thrive again in spring
©Tournesol ’17/11/09
Sexual Assault Canada ; Child Abuse in Canada
This video shows true stories in America and statistics as well in U.S.A. – Child Abuse prevention PSA
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