Finding Our Voices Poetry Submission

Thank you to Nicole Wross for submitting

"The Cry of the Unseen Child"

Where is the witness of a childhood scarred.

It’s the pain, the anguish, the very soul marred.

No champion to vanquish, life simple, now hard.

The deed once done, to never be erased.

Control to be won, a predator to be faced.

A life now undone, a child now replaced.

Is this a nightmare? Can this be a dream?

Shall I hide inside this fear, or out loud shall I scream?

My innocence to tear, while my tears go unseen.

Broken is the heart, empty are the eyes.

Thy spirit to depart, a victim now inside.

Future, halted, at the start. Only the past now to bide.

Can wounds heal in time, if time is no more?

Will forgiveness e’er by mine, my value to restore?

Shame and guilt intertwine, walls are built, yet no door.

If only, yet I must, this pain to reveal.

It is I whom I disgust, yet no longer do I feel.

What is stolen is trust, in a world no longer real.

From this very thing, my soul shall awake.

It is all or nothing, my life to retake.

Hope is everything, I am not a mistake.

It is all or nothing, my life to retake.

Hope is everything, I am not a mistake…