Broken pieces

broken pieces

Is that all you see?

But you don’t know what she endured at the age of three.

First it was her heart

Then it was her trust

No one came to save her but if you must…

Her innocence was stolen from the start and all she tried to to do was give everyone her heart

The silent screams and fear in her eyes

All while she held in the cries

You judge what you see

But in her mind she’s still three

The fight of her life all begin then

But yet you judge her for giving in

She used the only tools she had

And now the whole world is mad

Don’t label her a slut

Don’t call her a hoe 

Don’t say she’s too easy

Because you don’t know her reasoning

Gently grab her by her hand and help love her back

Because one piece at a time is all it takes to get her back on track

Angela Lambert

 

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Your words…..

Your words…..

“Among my most prized possessions are words that I have never spoken.”
― Orson Scott Card

silent-actions

So many words are hidden inside because often she saw more than she cared to share. So many  words left unspoken because she heard things she shouldn’t have heard but did not think anyone would believe her. Like a pop that has been dropped or shaken one too many times her mind was ready to explode! Look at her eyes they are speaking for her but yet no one hears her hidden words. Look at her body language that was once strong and poise it is now weak and broken!

unspoken

 

 

Lost in her own thoughts! Starring off into the zone that she has created where no one can pull her back but the voice inside of head. She’s silently calling for your help! Can you help her? Can you see her? Did you just hear the whisper of her heart? It is crying out “SAVE ME” but no one came close enough to hear it! The beats of her heart begins to slow down because she thinks no one cares. As she slowly floats away…..

 

Like a vapor she slowly begins to fade back into that safe place of refuge! The place where she can be alone with her thoughts! Drifting….drifting…drifting…away to a place that no one can find her! She wants to be saved but no one can hear HER WORDS!

She is silently speaking..listen closely….help her before it is too latedrifting

We are living in a season where people’s WORDS are not being heard. From the victim of child abuse, to the depressed person, to the scared cop, to the hurting child, to the oppressed man, to the abused woman, to the rejected boy, to the scared man….look at their actions they are a reflection of unspoken words!

Angela L.

Sacrifice…

Sacrifice…

“The most sublime act is to set another before you.”
― William Blake

kid

She wanted to feel special so she forgot all about you and went to seek out some companionship

He didn’t want the responsibility so he left you both to go and live his life

She wanted to feel special so she allowed anyone to try to feel that void

He didn’t care so he moved in and was fine with her making him the number one priority

YET everyone forgot about YOU

Little girl with no name

Little girl with no face

Little girl made to feel shame

Little girl you tried to erase

 She was left to fend for herself

The once innocent little girl became hard and mean

She no longer cried tears she just developed a hard outershell

Once dainty and cute

Now dirty and forgotten

Her mother was in denial

Her father didn’t care either

They sacrificed their child for their own happiness

She put the child off on everyone else not knowing the child only wanted to be with her

He never picked up the slack even when he knew what was going on

reflection

She didn’t want to face the child because she was a mirror image of self

He didn’t want to take on the responsibility

Her child reminded her of what she used to be and it pained her

He looked at her and she reminded him of what he walked away from

Harsh words were spoken

They acted like you didn’t exist

 The child became the sacrificial lamb

But in the end she still waited with open arms just to say:

love you

 The love of a child is matchless never sacrifice it because it is one of a kind

written by Angela

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