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Poetry by Karen Crane

Never A Child

She was born in an angel's arms,
A babe perfect for all to see,
A shadow cast across her face,
It was the Evil of Destiny,

She was no longer a child, by all rights,
She was bound by secrecy,
She hid her pain so no one knew,
A child she was not to be,
An adult she'd become before her time,
A life of misery,

Pain was her companion throughout the years,
Loneliness was all she'd see,
Because Evil had come along,
And stole this child,
A child that wasn't allowed to be.

© August 15th, 1997 

 

What Life??

What wrong did I do to be treated like this,
With this noose around my neck, I would always be his,
I died in shame, but couldn't "Rest In Peace",
My abuser made sure I'd never be free,

Threats were a must, as I lay there and cry,
To make sure I didn't talk, he'd make up other lies,
Alone and scared, I cried to God,
But the abuse remained,as he took what he wanted,

An adult came about, as the Child faded away,
All was lost, so there was nothing for her to say,
I was an adult, looking through child's eyes,


Tired of going through devastation and lies,
Life is too hard, too hard to live,
But I'll be damned for sure, if I let him win!!!!!

© September 5th,1997

 

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