Of everything I've been
Please, have a look around
See the pictures on the wall?
Each one tells a story
In fact, they tell it all
They all tell a story
Of a young man as he grew
All the experiences
That he ever knew
In this one he was very young
A child of one or two
The sad look started early
I'll explain it all to you
You see he learned of sadness
When he lost his twin
It left an empty feeling
Way down deep within
This one shows a child of four
All dazed and confused
Already he had learned
How it felt to be abused
An ironing cord, a piece of wood
It really didn't matter
This small child's life
Had already shattered
Oh, and look, here's another
A child of six or seven
Already wanting God to take him
So he could go to heaven
Too much pain, not enough love
With no hope here below
He had to look to God
Where else could he go?
Yes, this one is the saddest
Picture of them all
A child of ten molested
His father had his gall
Here he is at seventeen
With a look of shame
He thought for all that happened
It was him that was to blame
This pain was carried far too long
He felt he was no good
The anger, hate, tears and lies
Followed him into manhood
Then while he wasn't looking
Jesus came along
He heard Him in a church one day
Contained within a song
"Jesus loves me, this I know"
Were words that touched his heart
That was the beginning
Of his brand new start
Now Jesus does the healing
Of all the aches and pains
He sees the truth quite clearly
That he is not insane
I'm sorry for the sadness
Contained within this poem
It's just part of my release
As I make my brand new home
Parents love your children
That's all you need to do
So they won't show you pictures
That come back to haunt you!
Michael
Connors
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SHATTERED
PIECES
If my soul were made of glass
I'm sure that you would see
It's cracked in many places
And it's hard to tell it's me
The cracks started long ago
I can't remember how
Perhaps it was my childhood
I really don't know now
I can't remember younger years
No matter how I try
But it must have started there
When I began to live a lie
Drinking parents do confuse
Mixed messages all around
What's a child suppose to do
When hatred does abound
They love us when we all behave
That's all fine and good
But when you start to be yourself
They make their rules understood
Do as I say; not what I do
It's a crazy mixed up place
Especially when you're growing up
And it's always in your face
Do I try to please
Or should I run and hide?
It really doesn't matter
When no one's on your side
Too busy parents never listen
What's a child to do?
They don't know who they really are
Am I me.....or Am I you?
Yes, I'm sure that's where it started
So very long ago
It only goes to show you
A child reaps; what his parents sow
Thank God, He gathered all my pieces
And brought His tube of glue
He's putting me back together now
With a promise I'll be brand new
Michael
Connors
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Soul
Hero
As I step away-
I see a little soul
Afraid of people's ways.
She didn't utter a word
About her abusive world.
Instead she endured anger
From a family of strangers.
She was only four
When she was raped on a cold floor.
She shielded her tears
To calm her sister's fears.
She reached for that baby hold
Only to be punished for being bold
As my aged petite body became joined
With this strong survivor's soul-
I realized that I'm a hero.
Whitney
Lyons
Copyright 1996 Whitney
Lyons
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Mind
Beach-Inner Peace
I walk barefoot along
The sandy road
Looking at the water Dance-
It tells me that I have strength
To smile through every circumstance.
The wind gently caressing my fair
skin
Makes me glad that I am who I am.
As the waves chase my barefeet-
I laugh and prance just like a playful
child
That's free from the memories of
abuse awhile.
As I watch the seagulls soar
I'm reminded that I'm allowed to
say, "No More".
I look behind me to see another set
of footprints-
Carrying a tall body with eyes that
tell me that
He too has walked the same road.
I reach for his hand
Like we've been friends since our
lives began.
Together we walk our mind's beach
To gather our inner peace.
Whitney
Lyons
Copyright 1996 Whitney
Lyons
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Through
Pete's Eyes
Why cannot I fly
If you think I can?
You want me to spread my wings
To reveal my whole being.
To sing my song
Of a soul so strong.
Yet, when I look into your eyes
I see a mirror
Of the same loving survivor.
Whitney
Lyons
Copyright 1996 Whitney
Lyons
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PrettyBaby
Pretty baby squatting down
With her white diaper almost touching
the ground
Smelling the flowers all around.
Pretty baby smiles at a big eyed
lady-
She runs giggling with outstretched
arms-
To the one that keeps her from harm.
A man joins the big eyed lady
And smiles at the pretty baby
As she wins his heart with her innocent
charm.
They walk through a trail of trees-
Pretty baby feels safe as can be
Until they head back.
She quickly cries with rage
As she sees the foster parents which
are deranged
Which caused her soul to become wiser
than her age.
Pretty baby rests on a safe shoulder
While carried by a man she views
as her real father
He assures her that the foster people
won't ever be a bother.
Once again, this pretty baby
Toddles through the flowers happily
And every so often looks to see
the smile of her mother.