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The silence of the breaking day
is shattered
by his heartfelt cries.
Terror racks
his tiny body
pain is mirrored,
in his gentle eyes.
How often in the silent moments
gentle lives
are torn apart.
And their haunted
by the shadows
resting on
their breaking hearts.
For just as a harsh word spoken
implants the
shadow of despair.
With fingers
reaching out to capture
the innocence
it finds there.
Each day it seems we pass by others
who are racked
by silent pain.
Wounded children
and adults abused,
mistreated
~ cloaked by a mask of shame.
Their souls are marked forever
by a shadow
that never
seems to disappear.
For written
in their memory
a lasting scar
~ ghostly images
of terror
and fear.
Each morning with the breaking dawn
the battle
for survival begins again.
Another storm
cloud threatening
the reserve
of courage held within.
When the rabbit screams, will you reach out
to ease your
brother or sisters pain?
You have the
light of hope they need
to fight the
battle of life,
hopeful once
again.
© Sandra Kelly 2005
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