This an innovative poem & quite touching. Violence is too prevalent & invisible. But maybe not so much any more. We need to keep shouting out with the voices we have that Violence has to End. It is true that Domestic Violence does create homelessness. One doesn’t necessarily go to that point when this subject comes to the fore. Great poem DiAnne. And all who commented on your site and those who reblogged. We need to keep the chain of awareness going and spreading it out like a ripple effect. jk Jennifer Kiley… Great poem DiAnne. Will be reblogging to the secret keeper. It fits the subject of Domestic Violence or anything society had for so long wanted to be kept quiet and especially not talked about above a whisper. jk ps. Thank you Niamh for putting another link in the chain that helps to spread the word about Domestic Violence. I have reblogged from DiAnne’s blog and suggested that we keep this message going like a ripple effect. Some of what I have written here is on DiAnne’s blog and some is on mine but also it is original for your blog Niamh. I know the kinds of life we had to live through and Domestic Violence and Abuse is way too familiar. It didn’t have a voice when I was a child and there weren’t people or shelters to turn to or authorities you felt you could trust to tell your secrets to about any of the abuse. So some of us survived in silence and some did not survive at all. This is an important subject about which to shout about out loud. Any form of Abuse needs to remain out in the light and it needs to be stopped and those who are the Abusers need to be made to answer for their actions everywhere.
Falling into the “and then some” category of this blog it never hurts to put this out there as a stark reminder or a source for help…~The day she cameto the shelterShe was a sightfor sore eyes.Children in towa half-packed bag,Evidence of havingleft in a hurry.~The first orderof business,Hugs and comforting,Then hearing herstory, spilled withheartbreak and tears.~
He had unclothed herwith relentless criticism,Made her bleed,Inside and out,But there had beennothing remarkableabout him or his opinion,Because he had never curedany of her so-calledImperfections.~Somehow she had foundthat one remaining sparkle,That last glimmer of hope,Bringing her to this place ofwarm hearts and helping hands.She learned this was not her fault,That the so-called imperfectionsWere all his…~© 2013…
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