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Saturday, January 16, 2010

dont find me

curled into a ball
no end in sight
i fight the tears
with all my might

under the bench
my body goes
i squeeze myself in
as far as it goes

i hear them taunt
come out come out
wherever you are
let start looking she cant be far

i feel the pain as i squeeze more tight
i dont care i dont care
i wont give up
without a fight

i hide my eyes from seeing them come
with one yank my hair
come out in clumps
they grab me from my hiding place
and let me know i wasnt safe
Deshanti

6 comments:

  1. thoughts. We so very relate to this.

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  2. You're one of the people that I wanted to tell about my new blog but I didn't want to say it at Life Spacings. I'm very glad you're sharing your amazing poetry. Poetry is one of the few things that I do that is truly from my heart. Everything else, my head gets into it.
    http://ghostofathought.blogspot.com/
    I just feel so vulnerable right now. I've been running and hiding from almost everybody.
    Cie

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  3. I submitted this for you for the poetry section of Friday's BLOG CARNIVAL AGAINST CHILD ABUSE. Thanks so much for sharing with us.

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  4. Wonderful poem! Blessings to you and the child you once were.

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  5. Thanks for sharing this. My hiding place was inside of my mind where no one could follow.

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  6. Deshanti,

    You are a fighter and a protector. That is so evident in this amazing piece of art.

    Thank you for sharing.

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