This is my story, not for the faint at heart, but shows we all have hurt and healing!
Hope this helps someone or you find it inspiring, Love to hear what you think! This is my story, by Valerie


The Hands of Steel
(Abuse), by Valerie

So tender and young faced with hands of steel.
No match for a child.
No place to hide, but the relms unknown by most.
So young and affraid, each day was a year as the abuse lingered.

Hands of steel, words from a tounge of the vipor,
With each hiss came a lash, not ment as a spanking,
just beaten and bashed!
Bruises and scars, the worst in the heart, that are writen in stone from an age so young.

Nights filled with horror, afraid to sleep, not knowing; will I wake?
But awake would come, as a new day would begin.
Another day of fear far and near, anticipation of when he may come near,
with dread and fear crouched down in every corner.
Praying to God to take me away, yet only to face another day.

So young and tender, all innocents stripped away.
The laughter gone.
The soft sweet voice hushed in silence.
The little girl robbed of joy and laughter.
The stillness and silence filled her heart from the very start.
Steel hands of force forever silencing, to not be seen or heard.
Pain and agony filled the heart, it was as if others enjoyed tearing it apart.

How could those steel hands beat until no tears would fall.
The eyes so blank of innocents stolen while facing red eyes of anger hovered above.
Lash after lash, not knowing were it would end, wondering will I make it again?
Why so cruel?
Why so mean?
Why still the innocents dreams?
No laughter, no joy, just laying as a broken toy!

Tears of silence, tears of pain, tears not seen, not herd.
It was taken away day after day, night after night!

All that was left was a tiny spark the Angels held onto hidden from sight.
Only to be shown when I wanted to give up the fight.
I think threw it all the Angels held out there arms with tears in there eyes.
They covered mine, and sang me there songs.
They took me to a place that no others knew.
It was there I knew, there was some thing out there that loved me truly.
It was not human, I could not touch it,
I could not stay forever,
but it kept me in a safe place for the time needed.
Some say it is disconnection, I know the Angels kept me a place that the hands of steel could not reach.
The hands of steel had no clue!
The dry eyes were not by his demand,
but by a divine intervention that took me to a space so far away from it all.
The Angels took me under their wings and hid me away from the pain.
They cried for me!
The space they gave me kept me alive!
Kept me from just passing by.

By Valerie