Think He Can See Me?

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.


13 thoughts on “Think He Can See Me?

    1. 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

  1. 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.

    1. 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 🙂

  2. 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!


    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

    1. 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 🙂

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