Through this Door are silent tears
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This beautiful photo was taken by our very own Sherry Stunes and I want to thank her very much for allowing me to use it here and to be inspired to write this piece. It cast dark shadows from my past and memories of what was once a beautiful door now lay withered and peeling with age.
As this will be my last poem about abuse in my childhood I want to thank you Sherry for giving me your permission to use this art you presented as a photo in Flckr. You are a magnificent photographer. Hugs from Vincent.
Through this Door
The paint is cracked and peeling
holding painful memories so unappealing
so many sorrows contained behind
the confines of it's bloodstained line
vomit stained steps left to dry leaving
behind its memorable stench of
childhood lost.
With fright from nights
of wonder
if he would hurt again
they pondered with
hollow eyes
and worried looks
each taking turns
peaking through a
curtain protected
by the window
of their room to
see if he
would walk
from side to side
with blurry eyes
they scurried
under bed and
covered their little
heads in fear that
he would appear
to do them harm
again.
He stunk of stale
cigarettes and bar
room beer mixed with
sweat and stench of
passing gas amongst
his bar toads laughing
at every drunken
word he said.
This bar room bully
known to hurt
and coil like a snake
on the attack
from to much booze
that oozed the
venom between his
teeth that caused
him to salivate like
a cornered
mad dog in heat.
Yes this door is
weathered and its
paint has lost the charm
it once bestowed but
God only knows the better
days it showed before our
family fell to the pain of
hiding behind its ever
lasting shadows
of sculptured
children who only
wanted to run and
play in the rain.
If only they had been
born into a normal home
where children played
laughed sang and felt
secure without any fear
of being torn and pushed
to limits of abuse that
no child could fully
endure.
Mama cried often and
paid the price to protect
her children from much
pain and left them crying
with her shame for not
having put to rest and
have arrested this
drunken predator
in their home.
So to all the children
in our world please speak
out and let your voices be
heard don't hold
back those
silent
tears.
© Copyright 2012 by Vincent Moore. All rights reserved
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I, too, am glad that you can share this, with the hope that other children do not have to go through what you did...and if they are, maybe they will be able to tell...
Voted up and awesome....
Saddlerider , In the many stories ,poems and comments we've shared over the last couple of years....Can you believe that ?!....we have come to know each other . And now this new revelation. To no longer write of abuse! .....What ever the reason for that , may it bring peace, a serene lifetime, and a new day for you Saddlerider! We never forget ! But we live on ,do we not ?....Peace my friend !.....Be carefull out there on the road!.....:-}
Hi Saddlerider i like the name.
Poem was nice but sad i am happy that you just have the memory left and not the reality. Thank God you've grown into a big man after so much harshness.
Was this man your daddy?
I punched all your buttons
God bless
I sense many tears and heartache behind these words---more children are abused than we know--and I applaud you for writing your way through it---
The pain and hurt are so vividly expressed. The abuse of children is a horrible crime and those affected feel the pain and horrors like flashbacks and the scars though not seen by the human eye are forever are real. Thanks for sharing. May God bless you.
Suburban Poet, makes one wonder how he treated his son throughout his life, many people hide behind fame and use it to disguise their sins. Thank you for your comment,much appreciated.
@justateacher, I have written many hubs and exposed my life without hesitation with exactly that intention that my stories may reach out and touch others. I know they have and I am truly blessed for that. Thank you for your comment.
@ahorseback, I am using this as my last Hub on abuse. I am closing that weathered and peeled door and leaving the skeletons and ghosts in there where they belong. Yes it's been close to two years now and I have shared way to much of my pain of abuse as a young boy and teen. It's time to scribe of lighter things, the world is my oyster and the inspiration it offers up is tantalizing. Peace and blessings to you my poetic gifted scribe.
@LadyFiddler thank you for liking my name, yes it was a very sad scribe like many I've written in the past. No he was not my Daddy, that I was at least thankful for, yet my Daddy had his own set of drinking and abuse problems with my mother but never his children. Thank you for your comment.
@AudreyHowitt, thank you for the applause, yes far to many children are still being abused, it has to stop, we must continue to battle it when and however we can. Hugs
@Fiddleman Thank you for the blessings, your absolutely correct, the scars are buried beneath and the emotions surface every now and then. My pain was real, I am closing this door forever, this be my LAST scribe on my families personal abuse from the past years.
Oh, what horrible memories! I know, if ever I see children like the ones you describe, I will leave no stone untouched until they are freed from the monster in their life. My dream: If I was financially able, I would have established a kibbutz for abused mothers and their children. Close your eyes and picture me taking you away from that monster. Oh, how I wish I could have given him one heluva spank on his head - leaving him stunned without thoughts for the rest of his life.
Maybe this will not be your last poem about your childhood, Saddle. Please don't suppress any memories. Just let them out. But perhaps you are empty now, like I am of my bad memories, and I wish you get the opportunity to fill every empty space with the most wonderful memories.
I try to make one good memory per day and then write it down (just to make sure I don't forget it, and trust me, making a good memory is not so easy. So what a challenge.... :)
This story of the shameful behavior of your father and the scars it left on your mother and yourself, body and psyche, is both touching and painful. And it gives insight into the boy that would become saddlerider1. Thanks for sharing thoughts and memories that couldn't have been easy but that help us to admire the man behind the writer we have come to admire.
Yes Martie my vessel is empty, it's time to start new good memories and remember them in poetic verse. I will dabble in the dark from time to time, but it's time to turn the lights on, maybe spit out the wick on my candle and tell my Muse to put on a Gold Lamme suit instead of his funeral directors garb:-)) It's time to add fresh cut flower to my vase and throw away those fake dusty ones. Thank you for your support and hugs always.
@Poetic Fool. Thank you my friend for your support as always. The shameful behavior was that of my mother's live in boyfriend, that monster could not flow with the same blood in my veins. The door has been closed shut, I walk away from it never looking back. I am off to scribe in a new genre, I hope? LoL
So beautiful and sad...sad that this goes on...I know it does..I have seen it from first hand...thank you for printing this...excellent hub..I voted way up..debbie
Saddle, this is so poignant. I pray with this last poem on your childhood abuse that you have been able to put away at least some of the sadness, if not all. You are now a very gifted, loving and compassionate man with many strengths and talents. I also pray you have found peace in your heart, knowing that you are worthy of all your heart desires. I admire you for being able to look within, open the door to your past memories of fear and sadness, and find yourself. If that child within still sometimes shivers and hides with fear, hug him, let him know he is worthy of love. Blessings and hugs to you and may you always walk in Peace and Harmony. Phyllis
I TOO WAS ABUSED BY MY FATHER ONLY VERBALLY,SOMETIMES I WISHED HE WOULD JUST BEAT ME AND GET IT OVER WITH.YOUR PAIN, AND MY PAIN MAY BE DIFFERENT, BUT IN SOME WAY ALMOST THE SAME..SEE I'AM EVEN CONFUSED NOW..THANK YOU FOR YOUR POEM
This was totally beautiful. As you know, we share the same bad dream. If it were only a dream. I've written a lot of songs about this. I posted a few under poetry, but good songs don't always make good poetry. I've got one of those published called "The Room" aka "Silver Key" which is similar to this touching piece of work that you just put out. Every time my grandkids get together with me they want to hear a song I wrote called "Mama's In The Kitchen". It's a song that actually pokes fun at my poor old drunkard daddy. Not heavy, just kind of cute. The song nails both of our fathers, and I wish I could play it for you, as you'd get a big kick out of it I think. Maybe I'll do a YouTube thing like I did for a few other songs. Theyou tube sound quality isn't great, but it's fun and is a good way of sharing. Anyway, too much about me and not enough about the great work you did here. Thanks for sharing. Writing these things forces us to re-live some bad times, but in the end it's real good therapy. You're awesome brother, keep up the good work!
Jim
Ken, my bad and now that you've corrected me I do believe you have written that it wasn't your father elsewhere. I started writing poetry as a catharsis for my troubles, griefs, whatever you want to call them. I just haven't emptied that well as yet. It must be an exciting place you are at right now. I look forward to where this new path takes you, my friend.
This work is sadly beautiful, too much pain for a small child to bare. I hope that the writing of this hideous action it will help exorcise the physical and mental pain from that small child's memory, and allow him to heal. Thank you so much for sharing your very brave and a survivor.
Child abuse is an awful thing. This was one awesome and lovely poem. Voted up and passed on.
I think after putting all the hurt and pain on paper, It acts as a cartharsis, cleansing the painful memories away. It seems you have reached that place..I am so happy for you. We never forget, but it's dormant. I know you will write beautiful poetry..I can hardly wait! Thank you for sharing this last write. The dirty old withered door is shut and bolted..Love you my gifted friend...
Very touching indeed. Closing the door with the dark inside and moving on towards other goals is also very touching and encouraging for all those who have lived behind those same closed doors. You have given a great gift to all with your talent and example. Voted up.
Your story breaks my heart my friend and I applaud you greatly for the works you have shared with us over time. I cannot begin to imagine the courage and strength that this series of hubs must of taken. My hat is of to you my friend ...............................................Best wishes, Chris.....Up, and awesome writing
Another very heartfelt, emotional piece Ken. I could picture this smelly drunk cussing with spittle running from the corners of his mouth. It was very poignant.
Great post..nice
A touching and emotional poem Ken. You have laid out your soul and touched many. As well as healing yourself you have brought child abuse to the forefront to reach others who are suffering the same pain.
Closing that door my friend can only mean that you are at last laying it to rest and finding peace within yourself. Time to fill that space with beauty and wonderful memories.
You can't see the smile on my face but it is there my friend.
Hugs
My dear friend Ken. Such a brave and caring person you have become. From the depths of pain and childhood demons, you have survived a Prince amongst men. From your terrible, disgusting childhood, you have become a man of much wisdom. Your tender words inspire so many of us to go forward and look at life through your eyes. Sometimes the visions, like today, are very black. Others, so inspirational and loving that our emotions overflow, and we all want to kiss your hand, and revel in the knowledge that Ken loves us too. Never be concerned about the past hunnie, we can't alter what happened, but we do move on and you my friend, have become so inspirational and loving towards the rest of the world, that we can only say, rise up again, bring on the magic and the sunshine that we see so often through those beautiful eyes. x
I had a happy childhood. However, many children in my home country live wretchedly. Child abuse happens very frequently. During the ten years of armed struggle children were also used as child soldiers in Nepal. Every year strong laws are passed but the brutality never ends.
Ken ~ I'm so proud to know you and proud of the way you've been able to share your childhood. I know, firsthand, what courage and trust it takes. Only on Hubpages, could I reveal my own abuse because I trusted my friends here.
Whether or not you write another poem or story about your abuse...doesn't really matter. The fact is, you have given a voice to your little boy. He had none back then - he has one now.
Thank you for your courage, your talent and most of all - your friendship. And thank you for opening a door for so many others. Much love and deep admiration.
vocalcoach~
Dear Ken,
If you are now ready to don your gold lame, you will readily need that yellow crayon for accent! It will be amazing to read more of the man you have become because of being freed from the memories (mostly) of what was.
Your muse is so wise, you even wiser for listening.
Many hugs and just be... you will know exactly what you are meant to write, mar.
It takes a very strong person, Ken, to write and share revealing poetry like this. I wish I could erase all the memories of the abuse you and your family suffered when you were a child. I can only offer you this thought. Use your strength to move forward and not revisit that time in your life. And God bless!
A toast sir, to the dead past.
How vividly I remember when you came to Hubpages not long after I'd arrived. You started off writing rather impersonally but then you rather carefully began to write - and to write much of it in poetry form - about your wretched childhood and some other experiences later in your life, as well, Ken. I think you may have been a little hesitant to do it at first, perhaps thinking that people wanted only to hear about bright and happy things, and I remember encouraging you to write YOU from your heart and experience without being concerned about others' opinions, and so you became the authentic poet you've so wonderfully become. I can't take much credit, but I feel so good about it, I can't help but smile.
This 'parting poem' about those dreadful experiences is surely the best yet. What a way to conclude it. This one is so real and graphic, one can just sense with all five senses how it had to have been for you and your siblings, - and for your precious mother who was, in essence, the only buffer for you against that monster. That she was unable to rid your life of him is terribly sad, but she was there for you and surely absorbed much of the monster's wrath to spare you from it as much as possible. I can identify with that, though I know that my situation didn't compare with hers in intensity.
I've looked forward to a time when you might come to feel you've exorcised the demons and are ready to fully embrace a potently happier present and future. It gives me joy to hear you say that day has arrived. You have done for yourself through your writing what no one else could have done for you in any other way.
You're loved and beloved, my friend. Hugs.
ps - that door photo is outstanding! Accolades to Sherry Stunes!
@Deborah Brooks Thank you for voting it up and yes indeed my friend it's very sad.
@Phyllis Doyle It's been an adventure series for sure, I 've scribed much about my past as a child growing up in abuse, this medium of writing at the Hubs certainly helped me get it all out. I now want to bury that part of my soul and move on, thus my last posting as Saddlerider in the Hubs. Vincent has emerged and taken up residence on his own and will be making his appearance shortly from a different window in his castle. Thank you always for your loving and caring support, you know how much I think of your talent as a writer. Hugs
@RealLee916 My friend verbally counts as abuse and often can be just as brutal as being physically abused. I pray for your strength and that going forward with your life has produced many blessings for you and yours. Let's continue to strive to put down the abusers and wipe them from the face of our planet.
@TheManWithNoPants, my friend I know you and share some similar scars, we won't open up these old wounds here, but let it be known that we walked the talk and it was painful indeed. I believe by you writing the songs you have, it's helped with your past and getting it out and I am so pleased to read this. Poking fun the way you do in a song with your grand kids is not a bad thing, it's also therapy for you, let's loose some of that dirt that scarred your boyhood. UTube can be excellent means to get yourself out there and known, many have succeeded. I have chosen to make this the last Hub for the Saddlerider, with him leaves his past and it's buried here. Vincent emerges fresh and new and moves on into another genre I hope you will give him a read down the road and stop in for eith a glass of his favorite red or a cold tankard of ale behind his castle walls. Vincent Moore will be on the scene at the hubs shortly. Hugs to you my man with no pants, your the coolest.
@Poetic Fool A catharsis indeed, it's like thowing out the old and brining in the new. This I hope to attempt with Vincent. I hope you will follow him as you have the Saddle, give him a read and let him know what you think. I always appreciate your words. Give it time my friend you will develop the courage to empty your vessel and fill it anew. Hugs.
@pmccray Thank you for your kind words, as I have commented. My healing has developed over time with my emptying of my soul at the Hubs. I now know it is time to move on for the time is short and I have to find joy in my life. Peace and blessings to you and to every child that has or is being abused in our Mad mad world.
@Gypsy Rose Lee Thank you for the voting up and passing along, yes abuse is a very awful thing indeed.
@ always exploring Yes I hope to have locked and sealed this door up shut for life. I am moving on to another stage of my life in my writings and hope you will remain a follower as I will be of yours my friend. It's been an interesting ride as the Saddle.
@sweethearts2 thank you for your encouraging words and thoughts. The gift was given to me by my Muse but even he is exhausted from my past as a boy and has decided to plant a garden of scented flowers in my new bed and bestowed the name Vincent Moore upon my clean slate. Wish me luck:-)
@Scarface my kind friend I am honored to have you here to again leave me your wisdom. Thank you for tipping your hat to me, it was exhaustive, yet rewarding. It helped me sharing my past and I am truly blessed to know that othes have felt the impact of my words and has been soothing for them in many ways in their endeavours to bury their ugly past of abuse. peace and blessings to you, I hope to see you following Vincent as he sets out on his journey of discovery.
@ Cardisa very poignant and pungant indeed, I can still smell him in. It seems to linger in my soul, I suppose it will till my last breath here. Thank you for your comment, look forward to following you as Vincent in his future scribes.
@htodd, thank you for your comment of Great post and nice, hmmm:-)
@Rosemary 50 I see the smile on your face my friend and it pleases Vincent to move forward and find peace by writing of beauty and wonderful things in his path. Stay tuned he is sharpening his Quill. LoL Hugs
@thebluestar You have given me such accolades and I am truly thankful yet very humbled. I am a mere man like many, one who has shared from the deepest and darkest parts of his soul with the hope that it would be a healing venue for me as well as help others who have been so afflicted with abuse, whether mental or physical. The Saddle had his time at the hubs and the Vincent will take his place in a different sphere. It's time to take my Yellow crayon as Maria has placed in my hand and add some vibrancy to my scribes. I hope to do so under the name of Vincent Moore. Big hugs coming your way from the both of us:-)
@Vinaya, I am happy that you report of having a happy childhood. Every child should have one, no exceptions. Yet very sad to read of your countries tight measures and brutality to children. It's been going on for so long in many countires, brutality, slave labor and much much more. peace my friend.
@vocalcoach Yes indeed I gave that little boy a voice and shared his tormented soul with fellow hubbers in trust. They accepted me for who I was and what I shared, what's emerged from the past is a stronger man. Vincent and Saddle will now go their separate ways and I wanted to write this last hub in that vein. Thank you so much for your support, I hope you will also follow Vincent on his journey as he scribes from somewhere in time. Hugs.
@marcoujour. Maria I cherish that yellow crayon you have bestowed upon me and plan on coloring with it brightly, yet I will pull the black crayon from the box now and then to blend in a little grey areas of the yellow:-) My muse has stepped in and said enough, it's time to split the pair up and let the saddle ride off into the sunset and so he will. The Vincent will be just as you said, HIM and scribe from where he is at. Hugs to you sweet friend.
@drbj I will accept your thought and use what strength Vincent has as a writer and move forward and not let the skeltons reappear from my past life. I have shared enough of the past it's now Vincent's time to shine. God bless you Doc and thanks for providing me with your much needed medicinal care. Your scribes have kept my laughter button live and well. Hugs
@mckbirdbks, Yes indeed my fellow scribe, a Toast to the dead past. Cheers.
@Nellieanna. You my friend have been my mentor from the beginning. You know of me, you followed my hubs each and every one. You saw the butterfly emerge from it's cocoon. You read my woes, my darkest scribes. You gave me comfort each time and told me to keep pressing on for the mark. It would surely show itself when the time was right. Thus, Vincent emerged. He took on a whole different persona, yet he to would scribe of some dark events walking with Saddle and comforting him. They both can write dark, yet Vincent said enough of your youthful past my friend, it's time to move on. Our Muse was listening intently and made that decision to separate the two. This indeed was the closing of that paint peeled and withered old door of the Saddle's past. The bright and airy scribes will appear from time to time although Vincent has his mood swings and will more than likely post a few disturbing scribes from time to time. After all, the Saddle has infected him some what after being together for so long:-) My mama will be proud to read of our separation, she to wants to walk away from the past. I am thankful that she shielded me from the Monster as best she could and took the brunt of his anger. RIP my dear mama and know that I love you and miss you so. I will join you soon. Thank you Nellieanna for all your loving support, you have made my journey worthwhile here at the Hubs, we have both learned a great deal of each other's past, present but not our future. That is in our maker's hands, let's both continue to write and write some more. We are both voices that want to and need to be heard. Your poetry is by far some of the best I've every had the opportunity to read. Your my Emily no doubt mixed with your own special twists. You complete me as a poet and I am honored to be read by you my dear friend. Hugs from the Saddle and Vincent and God bless. xoxo
I had to come back and read this again. And I found your comments so inspirational that they inspired me to write a poem the first time around. Your heart reaches out to so many. Live in peace now my friend
I am happy to read that my work has inspired you. It was Sherry's photo that inspired me. It's amazing how things appear in front of us to inspire us to scribe. I look forward to reading your piece when it gets published. Yes we all reach out to one another in our words, I am so happy to have the friends here that I have like you. My days are fulfilled when I come in here to read. Hugs
Oh, my - what a lovely reply, Ken. Thank you for such elegant praise and recognition. Means so much to me! Indeed, we have been through many moments here on HP together. Most precious they are.
Thank you - and I'm so glad you've kept on keeping on!
A beautiful and meaningful poem. Through writing we can choose to look at past negative experiences differently. Poetry is great in that way. I think we should hope to be stronger through our pain. I see pain and strength in your poem.
This is a magnificent peace, on a harsh reality in our world, where beautiful innocent lives r tortured still. Painful but very good.
Your welcome my friend and yes we have been through many moments here on HP together for sure and I've enjoyed every step. I hope we both continue keeping on:-) Hugs
Thank you for your kind words. I truly believe we become stronger through aour pain and our weakness. It's all part of lifes plan.
Thank you Charu for your insightful comment. Much appreciated.
never be silent! tell the world of these evil men, and the world will listen.
I would very much appreciate your support in reaching those like us to help ease their pain and heal their souls.
Consider it done my friend, I shall be there shortly to leave my comment of support to many who have or may still be going through the pain of abuse.
This sad truth is so very moving. I am glad you shared this.
Senoritaa thank you for stopping in for a read. I am glad it moved you my friend.
This was painful to read, and painful to listen and atch the vide, but I forced myself to see it to the end and read every word. Oh how I wish I knew how to help.
Incredible hub.....
The picture of the door was exactly how I imagined the place in my poem It´s a Dark, Dark Night.
You sure manage to get some excellent illistrations for your work. Not that you need them Your poetry would carry itself.
Thank you.......
Thank you Dim for your kind words. The illustration was taken by a fellow Hubber Sherry Stunes, it reminded me very much of a door I once knew intimately. I am beyond all of the past, Saddle is put out to pasture, Vincent will be scribing a little differently, yet a close ally to the Saddle. Raw words will appear from time to time:-)
Oh Vincent I felt every word in your so sad but very powerful words.
I can relate to every single word you wrote; and I can also relate to the words in the song.
It took me back to my childhood; the little girl walking such a long way on her own to school in the same dress day after day.
The little girl coming home from school to a mother in bed where she at the age of about ten years would start preparing the evening meal.
I cannot call him 'father' but he would then arrive home and I never knew if I would be abused that night or not.
More than likely I would be.
My mother not caring as long as she was left alone.The abuse went on for as long back as I can remember but
I reported reported it to my teachers at school when I was twelve and he went to prison, but so many members of our so called family were pillars of the community and blamed me more than anything else for bringing the shame and disgrace out into the open.
My sister was brought up by a grandmother and was protected but so sadly my beautiful and musically talented sister who had the voice of an 'Angel' took her own life at the age of 43 years because she could not live with the memories of the situation.
Ironically she was protected but at the end of the day she was the one they killed.
You are a survivor Vincent the same as me. You have a wonderful heart and beautiful spirit which shines through each word you wrote.
Like you my friend I have moved on but the memories will always be with me,they are what have made me who I am today. The good thing is that we survived and I have beaten them all.
Ok I married an alcoholic and stayed with him for 26 years but after my sisters death i found the strength to leave and for the last six years I am with the man of my dreams . I have nothing to do with any members of my family(both parents deceased)and I have found you and all my other wonderful friends right here on Hubpages and two of my books currently being published. One 'My Beautiful Rock Rose'a book of poetry in memory of my beautiful daughter Erin.
I hadn't meant this to be quite so long but wanted to tell you so I have and I would like to end with saying;
I know you say this is going to be the last of your writings on the abuse inflicted on you but if maybe you do want to write another anytime at all please don't think that you have failed or have taken steps backwards because you will never be a failure ;you are a winner;and not just a winner ; you are a warm hearted person and such a gifted writer that everyone on here respects and loves.
I am proud to call you my friend.
I am also very proud of my achievments in life and I really hope you are too because you should be.
This hub Vincent is proof of your courage and success;here's to so many more hubs to share on here for a long time to come.
Maybe a year ago I would have inboxed you this comment but today I have nothing left hidden and I am sure that both our stories will help many others along their way in life.
I hope so anyway !!!
Take care my dear friend and have a wonderful weekend.
Eddy.
I loved this, Vincent. Absolutely terrific
Thank you PDX, I certainly appreciate your support and love for this piece.
Eiddwen, you have the courage to write of your past as I have. At this stage in our lives, who cares who knows? It is not good to keep it hidden in our souls forever. I know through the comments I have received in my scribes that I have helped others lift this burden of abuse they experienced in their childhood.
So I am blessed to have done that, I simply have stopped writing about it as I am drained and my poetry stands for itself for those who now stumble across it and wish to read and leave a comment.
As Vincent I am on to a different genre and have put Saddlerider out to pasture for a much deserved retirement. My friend I am very proud of what you have accomplished and who you have found to continue you journey with. Be blessed and keep writing, thank you for being a friend to Saddlerider and I pray you will continue to give Vincent the same friendship and follow.
I always look forward to what you may scribe. You are a very versatile scribe and we never know what next you will bless us with from your heart and soul. Hugs
Thank you so much Vincent and I look forward to a long time of hub sharing and friendship with you.
It can only be Up up and away from now on. Ha !!!
Take care my friend;
Eddy.
Oh my Dear,Dear Man, It hurts to read of the pain and sadness of these children and their Dear Mama. I feel that you Dear Vincent knows first hand of pain that should not have been.
Nellie wrote to me on a comment on one of my poems. I had to shair with her via email some history of my own. I wanted you to have a copy. My email is kdee411@Gmail.com. If you have time you might like to know where I come from. Both you and Nellie are sent from God.
I love you both. Kay
No-one knows what really goes on behind closed doors. Until, you find the strength to tell someone. I FELT EVERY WORD IN THIS POEM VINCENT. It amazes me, to find in this corner of the world, here on HP; honest, truethful, decent people. Just to go through a tiny little episode of Manipulation and Mind Control, just for the love of money is very soul destroying.
Perhaps you would care to read "When will it End (Dedicated Poem)". No Folks its not about me, but it is about a situation I have seen to someone I know.
Bless you all
Kay thank you for the comment. Yes indeed I know first hand what mental abuse I sustained in my youth. The physical was done to my mother and I tried to defend her but I was to little. I got him back when I became tall and tough as a teen. He died miserably in a jail cell by another inmates hand for the rape he had committed of an innocent girl, thankfully not one of my sisters, however it was criminal and he paid the ultimate price in a prison cell. Yes I will paste your email into my Gmail and send you off a note.
mrslagibb, I did not want to hide my past. It was something that happened to me and my siblings and my dear mother. Abuse needs to be talked about and predators exposed for the animals they are.Many hurting people feel the words I pen, it helps many come to terms with some of their own ghosts in their closets. If I was able to help in any way, then I am truly blessed. Peace and blessings to you.
I agree, with your comment that Abuse needs to be talked about. I hope I did not upset you by saying "No-One knows what goes on behind closed doors". With your poem you opened that door to let people see what does go on behind closed doors. Society, People just dont seem to understand, they turn their head away and brush it all under the carpet. I feel if its not spoken about, then victims will be far too scared to come out from behind the closed door. To find the strength and courage to get the help they need.
God Bless you my friend.
I was not upset at all, but yes to often people know what's going on behind those closed doors but are to afraid to help or inform the authorities. Back in my younger days the police did not handle domestic violence very well.
They offered more lip service to the offender than actual taking them out of the house to jail. People need to come out and speak out. The abusers need to be stopped and it will only be STOPPED if the victims and children ask for help from friends, family and the authorities.
I quite agree with you, but sometimes the authorties, with my experience of my domestic abuse, it was just manipulation and mind controling, just for money. I dont have much, but it was something my late mother left behind my abuser was after. I found some people in authorites do not believe you. This was down to another experience, when I got to know a youngester from 5 years old. I saw him grow into a beautiful talented young man who loves to write music and fix cars. I saw the signs and tried to help. He had been abused from such a young age from his father's partner and was not believed. All he knew was how to abuse another person. But from my own experience with my ex. I was strong enough to stop him and had to part company with him. But he had caused many problems for me, by manipulation and lies. That the authorities thought I was the liar. I know from this young lad I know, he is still having problems even now. All I did was try and show him what how a mother could be to him. His own maternal mother had passed away when he was 18 months old. Even his own father wont stand up and face what has happened to him or to himself, (In denial) this is why I took the youngster in when his father's partner threw him out on the streets.
I tweeted your poem on twitter.
Thanks for the nice post..Great read
you're welcome, Vincent. It is very deserved.
htodd, you welcome
@PDX, you are very kind.
Thanks Vincent. I do what I can
The Suburban Poet Level 7 Commenter 4 months ago
Well what can I say but that this is so sad and terrible. I'm glad you are able to write about it. It's weird but I was reading an article about Al Davis (the late owner of the Oakland Raiders) and how he used to tell his grown son to "Shutup and leave" in front of other Raiders employees. Al Davis has received many accolades because of Raider glory in the past but to me his scum. How can anyone treat their child like this. It makes me sick to see how someone's accomplishment can paper over abuse. Anyway I know you've had a hard life Vincent and this poem is incredibly powerful.