Monday, May 18, 2009

Little lost angels

We wrote this many years ago it was about what the real cost of abuse. This was for all the children that stood at rituals beside us, but in reality its for all survivors of childhood abuse in any shape or form.

Little lost angels

Little lost angels
all in row
wondering who will be called next
to go

Broken hearts
and shattered dreams
no sewing up can be done
on their ritualised seams

wings tattered
unable to fly
now they stand wistfully
staring at the night sky

A halo dislodged
hanging down
where once there used to be
a beautiful golden crown

dresses stained and marked
soiled by lifes pleasures
no man can ever understand
their terror

shoes no longer visible upon their feet
where once they stood sparkling and new
with silver buckles and golden toes
their feet now tread a path
no one wishes to go

hair once shiny and clean
now matted and mangled
with nothing to make it pristeen

no underwear to wear
its all been taken
by people who stole it
and now use it to think of otehr crimes

they try to straighten the things they cant
the wings remain tatted and torn
the halo dislodged
the dress still stained by lifes filth
the shoes nowhere to be found
the hair all out of place

shattered angels
lost in time
doing penance for someone elses crime

Amy, Selina and Capri

9 comments:

Lily Strange said...

This reminds me of this program that was on MSNBC about the little Thai girls that were rescued from the sex trade. Even though some of them are doing well now, I think there will always be a wounded child as part of their psyche.

Just Be Real said...

JIP, great post. Sad with broken hearts. Thanks for sharing dear one.

Dandelion said...

Yes. Heart-breaking.

Missing In Sight said...

This poem left us so sad and emotionally tangled. I can only imagine what it was like to write it.

Thanks for sharing it with us.

Missing In Sight

April_optimist said...

And now all the angels get to be safe because YOU can protect them. And now they get a chance to be happy.

Ivory said...

I'm sorry, I couldn't finish this poem. It triggered greatly.

But, what I read also touched me deeply because I have lived more than half my life believing I was the only one. Not that I feel better knowing you were there, too, but knowing that someone else really understands what I experienced means a great deal.

Hugs, hugs, and more hugs to all the little children,
Ivory

Just Be Real said...

((((JIP))))

Marj aka Thriver said...

Thanks for sharing this. It is very moving.

Child Person said...

Thanks so much for sharing this...