Silenced

by: Nicole T.

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Is he here?
I look around the corner
I creep down the hall
So he doesn’t see me
To listen to whispers to hear if it is him
Is it him?
Is he going to hurt me?
Will I get one night free?
Why me?
I am so little and cause no trouble.
Why does he hurt me?
In fear, I look around the corner.
Their he is, I run silently upstairs.
From years of practice I go and hide.
Is he coming, will he find me?
If I close my eyes, he will be done quickly.
Then and only then I can sleep, for a little while.
When I wake I sneak in silence and listen again.
Listen, listen this is my life, my fear and my shame.
Will he kill me today or tomorrow?
Listen
Will it be my mother?
Listen
He is gone today, only for today.

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  1. Linda Allen #
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    This is a wonderful poem!!

  2. Erica Waltman #
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    I took a class on missing and sexually exploited children and so many of their stories represent this poem,you must live with alot of compassion in your life. Well done Nicole!!!



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