HAPPY EASTERToday so far has been pretty boring....but o well. Here is a poem I wrote about the book "A Child Called It" Enjoy.
He is a survivor
from a fate that is grim.
He is one of the lucky ones
when his chance at life was slim.
When he was first young
life was as normal as it can be.
His father was there for him
and his mother was filled with glee.
He would play with his brothers
and his mother would take him everywhere.
Life was a pleasure,
but then darkness came there.
His mother started to change
as his father seemed to disappear.
she started to get meaner
and emit a sense of fear.
She started to yell at him
and make his life a chore
Then the start of it all happened
she hit him more and more.
Mom would start to play games,
take away food,
and make him sleep in the basement
while she was in this constant mood.
That was not the worst.
It had only just begun.
His brother who once played with him
now they will only shun.
His father became the only one
who would ever talk to him now.
He would always say he would save him.
The boy just wondered how.
Mom then became worse
and started to feel strife.
She would in a second
end his meaningless life.
She made him eat things
that a rat wouldn’t touch.
It was all so hard.
It was all too much.
He was afraid of mother
who would strike him relentlessly.
When people asked about his bruises
he was given excuses quickly.
She would do things to him
that almost made him die.
It was to a point now
that he wouldn’t even cry.
He was not he child anymore,
and boy, or a person.
He was now know as “it”.
by everyone who once loved him.
Love is what he was deprived of;
the number one thing a child needs.
It went so far
he didn’t know what was to lead.
Now he was survived
and he warns others of his past.
If you are going through abuse
love will still last.
"Butterflies are free to fly, why do they fly away and leave me there just wondering why?"
