I have no bruises, no scars, to tell
Those times I endured a living hell;
When words were planted that grew and grew,
Affecting my life ~ all the way through ...

When I fell asleep, with tears in my bed,
Because of the terrible words that were said;
Feelings I understood, before I could speak,
From people so strong ~ while I was so weak ...

Cut downs and shames, I did not understand,
Were worse than any slap on the hand.
Something, down deep in my heart, died away;
Enduring those horrible words, every day.


© 2005 by Joan Clifton Costner
Under His Wings   Heavenly Poetry
Joan is a Heavenly Inspirations Author.

Joan writes, "I wrote this not about me, but for Child Abuse month, April".