Nov 4

Unforgettable witness


A poem about living in abuse before escape. Sometimes we try everything we can to protect our children and we believe they don't know. They know more than we think. Don't stay in abusive relationships because of the children. In fact, make it your priority to escape because of the children. 🙏


To my daughter


I see you smile when you look at me

So fragile and needing me to hold you

When I tickle you and you laugh

You have something I can't get enough

You cry when you need me

And scream when you are needy

At times I am so tired

At times I am so wired

Wanting to sit down

And ignore the sound

And no matter the times

Or how much it hurts

When there was yelling

And it was never failing

it was only you and me

Side by side

My hand holding you tight

I will not stop the fight

Until I get him out of sight

So that you can shine

And have a better life


Behold are the words

When they speak the truth

No one knows you like I do


No one knows you like I do

No one knows what you've been through

People talk and like to pretend

However they will never understand


Facing those situations

And the miserable circumstances

that I will never forget

Too much has been said

When your eyes seek help

I was filled with guilt

Something I couldn't shift

Yet to scared what it would give

What if we couldn't leave

What if I didn't have enough

Or even smart enough

What if I wasn't strong

To protect you from the storm

And I couldn't get up no more

Your tiny hands into mine

I promise you will shine

I take those words to my grave

You will never experience the same

I will take you so far away

No one will ever hurt you

No one will make you cry

I will destroy whatever comes my way

Only to see you smile again


Behold are the words

When they speak the truth

No one knows you like I do


No one knows you like I do

No one knows what you've been through

People talk and like to pretend

However they will never understand

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