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Broken Wings - by jan webb

Sorry, I've been absent so long.I guess sometimes the economy is rough for many.My computer is down for a while longer.But I will soon be back.... see you then,,,Jan ...

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I originally wrote this because, verbal abuse is something that makes a person feel worthless and the words seem to haunt or torture, until you actually believe their meanings. It seems, there is no escape. A Tiny Piece Each Day Piece, by piece, my heart is breaking. You're taking a...

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Mental Illness, and abuse, kept me in a situation where I did not want to be. This is a poem for my son. It is an apology for being weak. Staying in this situation, when he could not.This is the same child, I wrote of in Little Bird Abused. Not Strong Enough To Walk Away! I'm sorry, that I...

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This is a poem about a little boy being abused by his stepfather.It is a sad, but true account. The little boy is my son, he was15 years old at the time. I was in a terrible state of depression, but I could still see the pain on my sons face. A pain he should have never known. It was mental ...

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There are so many forms of abuse in the world. And I must say I've had my share. Both physically and mentally. I think sharing my ordeals through poetry, helps to heal my wounds. I hope in some way, it will help others. Grounded , By Abuse Some days, this bird believes it will fly, am...

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I'll Soon Be Back....	A Tiny Piece Each Day	Not Strong Enough To Walk Away
I'll See You In Hell!	I Cry Silently	Little Bird Abused
Grounded By Abuse

Broken Wings

I'll Soon Be Back....

March 26th 2009 18:57

Sorry, I've been absent so long.I guess sometimes the economy is rough
for many.My computer is down for a while longer.But I will soon be back....
see you then,,,Jan

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A Tiny Piece Each Day

December 8th 2008 15:49

I originally wrote this because, verbal abuse is something
that makes a person feel worthless and the words seem to haunt
or torture, until you actually believe their meanings.
It seems, there is no escape.

A Tiny Piece Each Day

Piece, by piece, my heart is breaking.

You're taking all I have away.
It's falling all around me now, a tiny piece each day.

Every time I hear the things you're saying,
reminding me, of my mistakes.
I tell myself you didn't mean a word, of it.
But my mind must be playing tricks, I guess.

'Cause, my hearts' heard every word you've
ever had to say and piece, by piece, it's
falling all around me now, a tiny piece each day.

I even ran away to stop the pain,
but ain't it funny that no matter just how far you go,
Those, Words, Remain!

And piece, by piece, they're taking all I have away.
Piece, by piece, my heart is breaking.
It's falling all around me now,
a tiny piece each day.

I don't know how long I have, till its' completely gone.
So, I've got to find a way to keep from losing
what pieces I have left.

Because piece, by piece, they're falling
all around me now.A tiny piece, each day.
Yes, they're taking all I have away,
a tiny piece each day.

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Not Strong Enough To Walk Away

November 22nd 2008 22:27

Mental Illness, and abuse,
kept me in a situation where I did not want to be.
This is a poem for my son. It is an apology for being weak.
Staying in this situation, when he could not.This
is the same child, I wrote of in Little Bird Abused.

Not Strong Enough To Walk Away!

I'm sorry, that I broke your heart
into a million little pieces.
I'm sorry, that we've been apart so long.
I'm sorry, that I didn't have the strength
to tag along the day you left.

But, I guess, I really never was that strong.
At least not strong enough
to say I'd had enough.
Not strong enough to walk away

I see you on the streets from time to time,
and how I long, to hold you in these arms of mine,
like I did when you were just a little one.
I see you have your daddy's smile,
and my brown eyes, you're handsome son!

And it breaks my heart each time I think of you
'Cause I'm missing out on life,
'cause, life, is simply meaningless without you!
I'm missing part of me that will never be complete,
until, I find the strength to walk away!

But standing in the middle of us now,
is the same thing that stood between us then!
Fear is what it is,
of a man professed to love me,
who so often raised a hand above me,
to keep me right where I am now !
Not strong enough to walk away!

I did not choose a man before you,
that's something I would never do.
I chose you!
I couldn't bear the pain I saw within your eyes.
It hurt more seeing you like that,
than it did to watch you walk out of my life.
My regret, is that I never was,
strong enough to walk away !

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I'll See You In Hell!

November 15th 2008 00:22

A person can only take so much in life.On this particular day,
my limit was reached. My husband, I believe, is Bipolar
and can get verbally abusive at times.Usually,
I try to ignore the things he says.I take a lot in other words.
But something inside seemed to just snap! And I flew off the handle.
I told him all the things he'd done or said to me were cruel and inhumane,
I told him that I do have feelings whether he thought so, or not.
I told him all of this, as I was walking out the door.

I'll See You In Hell!

My love for you has faded
nothings ever gonna change.

I can't go on not living,
while your tugging at my chains.

You keep me as an emotional toy,
and your own personal vent.

Ranting and raving
obscenities, in every breath you've spent.
But, bitch, bitch, bitch, is all you're

saying and blah, blah, blah,
is all I've heard,

by the time, you become silent,
and I've already been hurt.

Then wonder why, I don't smile,
and have the tendency to keep it in.

Well unlike the evil person, who is you.
I was raised to be polite, and now I've
come unglued!

I could say a million
words to hurt you back, but unlike you
that's not me . And I'm already packed!

Guess, I'll see you where the sun meets
the ground, but farther down.

Where, should want a glass
of ice water, there's not one to be found!!

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I Cry Silently

November 12th 2008 14:34

Things happen, in a young child's life, that can give them the best of memories,
or memories, that they can only attempt to forget.I don't remember much of my
own childhood, but, from where I stand today, I really can't say, if it was because,
I chose to forget, or simply can't remember.Either way, my past is gone.I really don't
think that I was born, until I turned15.Because, when I try to look back on my childhood,
I am always seeing things that happened, at this specific age.This poem, song, is
about, how memories may hide. And all of a sudden, appear, years later.

There are a million reasons,
as to why, I sit alone and cry
some stream of endless tears,
that time has failed to dry.

My heart is broken, and it seems, I don't know why.
I thought that everything ,that happened in the past
would all be washed away, but, it just keeps coming back
Beneath this huge black cloud, a cloud as black as that of night.

And I cry silently, so afraid,
as I see the pain revealed,
through night's of my youth, time and time again.

And I cry silently, so ashamed,
knowing now just why, this cloud
so dark and angry's been hanging over me.

And I cry silently, so enraged,
because I know I'm not the only one
this has happened to
There are so many just like me
yet, to stand where I have stood

And I cry silently, so helpless,
not knowing what to do, except to shed a stream of
endless tears for me and you

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Little Bird Abused

November 7th 2008 03:02

This is a poem about a little boy being abused
by his stepfather.It is a sad, but true account.
The little boy is my son, he was15 years old at the time

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