Gloria's Poems

As a child I stood scared and alone.

I was abused and ashamed, understanding not.

What was being done to me in the dark.

You thought it was all right, but you answer to me not.

There is a higher power that holds your future.

I stand washed in HIS blood.

I look down at your grave and the grief overpowers me once more.

For I am saved and you were not.

Lost in the flame of Hell.

I thank God for setting me free.

For being with me, when you as my mother we’re not there.

You cared not for the grief I bared.

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A child cries in bed.

The tears that she silently sheds.

The pain in her heart is kept in the dark.

Darkness eludes the light.

Fear for no end in sight.

Terror holds her tight.

Listening for the footsteps outside her door.

She listens endlessly for.

The darkness hides once more.

The night terror never ends.

The shadows are never clear.

As she huddles in a ball.

Wondering if it will ever end.

The words, she will never speak.

The fears that are help within.