Hope Is Not Lost

Today, my friend Janel came over "chez moi" (over my house). It was fun. School was kind of tiring today though. Tomorrow I am working on the play after school. I can't wait! I love theatre. Here is the last one of my abuse poems I made, so if your sick of it, "tout fini" (all done).

Abuse is just an excuse.
It is a poor outlet for stress.
All it does is shift the pain
from one person to the next.

The sad part about abuse
is the control over it is less
than a big, grass stain.
The whole cause is complex.

It has to start from inside
and grow as it is ignored.
Then when it has built up to far
it will finally burst.

It will be so strong it can’t hide
and lash out to ones adored.
The effects would scar
the ones loved first.

Abuse is a double edged sword.
It just hurts all around.
No one gets any real pleasure.
It’s a spiral rushing down.

Only love can restore
what is now a dark frown.
Love can find the lost treasure,
the happiness that is bound.

It is constricted by darkness
passed on by another.
There is hope for the abused.
There is hope for the lost.

The pain that possess
and can distort a mother
can be refused.
Hope is not lost…