This is my first attempt at poetry. I am amazed at how different it feels to write poetry than basic blog posts. There is so much emotion attached when writing in this style. So, here’s to a new adventure, we will see where it goes. The title of this first piece is “Innocence Stolen.”
Come to my room, my dear
You have nothing to fear
It’s our time together
Please, let me float like a feather
Through the air, with the wind
I can’t get away, I’m pinned
What is happening? I don’t understand
Don’t worry my dear, this is all planned
What happened in your bed
Where my mother laid her head
Took what was mine
When I was just nine
Secrets unspoken.
Imagination broken.
Innocence stolen.
No more teddy bears
Or rocking chairs
My life was changed forever
When you decided to sever
My safety and trust
Now I’m filled with fear and disgust
No words, just silence
I must prevent his violence
Hear what my eyes are saying
On the inside, I’m decaying
Perfect on the outside
Please, someone find where I hide.
Brave Girl, Speak 
Wow, Kendall! That is powerful!!! You continue to inspire me to be brave.
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Thank you so much for your continued encouragement! I’m thankful for you!
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“Decaying on the inside,” yes. The secrecy and silence. Any other trauma gets attention, support, love, help and healing. A child is injured so dramatically because of the secrecy and silence imposed upon her.
Your writing hits home.
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Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts. My first dip in poetry and I was so unsure how it would come out.
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Wow. Powerful. I can see how poetry can help us recognize feelings and truths that journaling or blogging may not, because it is more left-brained/rational.
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I had that exact same thought about blogging being more left brained and poetry is totally right brained!
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