Monday, December 10, 2012

out of reach


    I wish my arms
  
      had a reach equivalent
  
      to the hear in gods ears...
   

      Or
   

      Hands that could
  
      embed love into
  
      all those who's
  
      tamed by fear
   

      Bullies in parental
  
      camouflage a disguise
  
      that portrays care, so
  
      it's natural they see love
  
      that appearance keeps
  
      the child unaware
   

      What could a child
  
      possibly do for you
  
      to inflict a permanent
  
      bruise.... scars that
  
      never fade growth can't
  
      defeat the memory of
  
      mommy or daddy intentionally
  
      being cruel, yea we get older and
  
      learn from broken rules but you
  
      can't reverse the damage of
  
      a heart that's black and blued
   

      You can't rewind the
  
      time where pain was
  
      introduced due to a
  
      mood, frustrated work
  
      days made beatings
  
      a stress reliever after
  
      school, daily arguements
  
      turned physical when it came
  
      to you leaving you questioning
  
      above like " GOD WHAT THE
  
      HELL DID I EVEN DO"
   

      tears become disable
  
      there's no feelings
  
      left to be removed you
  
      become conditioned by
  
      the pain theirs nothing left
  
      for you to lose
   

      raised by one who
  
      endured an arsenal of
  
      abuse so im aware
  
      of the fight I'm currently
  
      living with the proof
   

      What was done in
  
      her past time struggles
  
      to erase... Some situations
  
      she prevails due to her
  
      "Parents" prior mistakes,    
  
      granting her strengths one
  
      could only acquire when
  
      coming from a horrid place
  
      but please don't be confused
  
      the depression is still great
   

      other situations tend
  
      to register as "fake"
  
      when you've never
  
      been fed affection how
  
      could you identify it's
  
      delightful taste.. learned
  
      to love as an adult her
  
      entire childhood was
  
      absent faith so to believe
  
      anyone cared to her knowledge
  
      was a waste
   

      Fifty four years young
  
      and still takes it day
  
      by day, who'd think a
  
      couple years of abuse
  
      would affect you all
  
      this way
   

      Out of reach
   

      (c) 2012 viewtifulink
  

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