Think that he can see me
In this corner where I hide?
Why didn’t I run away
When my name he cried?
He said he wasn’t mad
But of course he lied
And said he would kill me
If again from him I hide
Think he can see me?
I hurt so bad inside
I called the cops this time
In them did I confide
Oh God, please shelter me
Angels be at my side
Don’t let him find me
My last tear I have cried
Said they were on the way
To go somewhere I could hide
And they’d take care of him
Just as soon as they arrived!
Teresa Marie 8/19/11
For all of the abused out there – there is hope! Cling to your faith ’cause that’s the one thing that they can’t ever take away from you.
What about God? 
another very beautiful poem very nice indeed.
Thanks Kevin! Always nice to hear from you. God bless you 🙂
powerful and gut wrenching. awesome!
Thank you, Hank! Coming from a background of abuse, I find it is something that’s hard for some people to talk or think about but it is ever present in our society and I just wanted to put my two cents behind making people aware of what the abused person/child feels at times. I’m glad that you liked it. Blessings, Teresa
Very moving poem. It reminds me of the song “Concrete Angel” by Martina McBride except the ending of you poem has hope. The picture too, adds an emotional layer to the poem.
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Thanks for you comments. I’m not familiar with the song but I do like Martina and you can bet that I will look it up. Glad you enjoyed the poem and I will be visiting you very soon to return the favor. Peace 🙂
very beautiful poem. its so sad yet hopeful.. 😀
Thanks Aby! I wanted to convey the hope most of all. 🙂
There is hope…may I share this that has helped me over the years of healing:
I’ve carried this article around with me for years, and it never fails to pick me up after a fall or slump. The words Veronica wrote here touch abused women to the very core…and enable healing to begin. Read it, feel it, make it part of your wardrobe…and please pass it on to other women who need the hope of a better life. Thank you!
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After a while…you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand
and chaining a soul
and you learn…
that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t always mean security.
~
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up high and your eyes ahead
with the grace of a woman
not the grief of a child
and you learn…
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
~
After a while you learn…
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers.
~
And you learn…
that you really can endure
that you really are strong
and you really do have worth
and you learn…
and you learn…
with every goodbye, you learn.
~by Veronica A. Shoffstall
Jeanne, Thank you so much for the poem that you left in your comments. I will repost it on the blog so that everyone can see it, otherwise I’m afraid that it will be missed in the comments alone. It is worth sharing with all my readers/subscribers. Abuse is a hard thing to escape let alone to overcome the scars that are left from it. God gifted me with the love of a wonderful man to heal my spirit and remove those scars. Thank you for sharing and God bless you 🙂
Shalom and God bless… 🙂
Terrific review! This is truly the type of article that should be shared around the internet. Sad on the Bing for not positioning this blog post higher!
Thank you so much! Maybe one day Bing will postion my blog higher, lol. Thanks for the encouraging thought. 🙂 Peace