Ribbons and Pearls
is the age
All dressed up with no where to go.
I know your secrets to your hate
and rage
A little girl--- one too many has
tried to know.
Deep behind the garden and around
the bend
“Daddy’s hands” always seem to find
you there
The tears of shame escapes you when
You comb your long, blonde hair.
And the demons only come under the
moon
Lock the door and close the blinds.
The virtues of shame have bloomed
much too soon
And the innocence is left behind.
For loving eyes have wept
From many eyes have been kept
And tomorrow is a new day.
Father’s arms are always open
and firm
Mother’s eyes are always closed
or turned
And the powers that be have fell
this way.
So the silence is never broken
And the words are never spoken
But I see your pain.
Trust is someone you’ll never know
Happiness is something you will
never show
And your past, --- you will never
regain.
So look beyond those deadened eyes
Far from those painful cries
To a place where no one will hurt
you anymore.
Hold up that pretty chin
And fight to the bitter end
Because there are things worth
fighting for.
Poetry by: Timothy Cole
Domestic Abuse Help
Blindness is no respecter of persons.
It strikes without regard to race,
religion, sex or nationality. In the
United States, 1.3 million Americans
age 25 and older have severe visual
impairments, causing them to make
adjustments in areas of careers and
every day living situations.
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