SHADOWS OF THE NIGHT

I wrote this poem/lyrics to be made into a song, and George Robertson who is a member of the group Healing Through Creativity which is a group for victims and survivors of abuse, was honoured to sing and do the instrumentals for me. The group also has a website by the same name and have a festival every Sept. in W. Virginia, where they show their creativity by showing their artwork on abuse, poetry, stories, songs etc. This will be played at the festival, and my friendDebbie Naylor Cox offered to make it into a video for me and I would like to thank both George and Debbie for doing this, I am honoured that they took the time for this, and now we can get more exposure about abuse.

Also my very good friend Dawna Larson also put the song onto our group Abuse Survivors and Victims United, and spent many many hours putting it into a format so we could all see it on our group page, and has shared it in other groups also. Dawna thank you also from the bottom of my heart for doing this for me I know how much time you put into it. love you all for this...I am honoured that you all took the time to do

THE FORGOTTEN CHILDREN

THE FORGOTTEN CHILDREN

We need to be the voices

Of children everywhere,

Alone, abandoned, with bruises

It seems like no-one cares.

Their abusers keep them silent

With threats, their bodies shake,

Feelings kept inside themselves

Their smiles, they always fake.

Words that hurt so deeply

Destroys their self-esteem,

Shame they feel inside themselves

In their minds is where they scream.

Secrets so deep and never to be told

They lived it every day,

These are the forgotten children

Let's scream out and shout and pray.

Pray that we can save them

From a life of horrendous abuse,

To set them free and guide them

It's up to us, there's no excuse.

Each day one child will die alone

From their wounds inside and out,

Scars so deep, with bodies broke

From this abuse, there is no doubt.

Remember all children everywhere

Protection is what they need,

Broken, alone and frightened

From the abusers dirty deeds.

I write these words, for all children small

And that little girl in me,

Silenced then, but not any more

I will shout out to help set them free.

Written by Mary G

June 19, 2012

MY INNER CHILD IS FREE

Can I come and 
Sit down with you

With big 
Brown eyes she cried,

I slowly sat down 
And hugged her

And hoped she 
Would confide.

I won't let 
Anyone hurt you

You are safe now, 
I will hold you tight,

Her sobs were 
Oh so heavy

Jerking with 
So much fright.

God loves you 
And will keep you safe

He has you 
In his hands,

She looked at me with 
A tear stained face

And nodded 
She understand.

She spoke with 
Only a whisper

I strained my 
Ear to hear,

I'm afraid of 
All the demons

They're close, 
They're very near.

She drew her knees 
Up to her chest

And followed 
With her eyes,

Peering in 
The distance

She shuttered 
And started to cry.

Hush little one, 
Why do you cry

She pointed 
In the distance,

Look, he's there, 
He wants me

I looked up 
To take a glance.

Please don't let 
Him touch me

It hurts 
So much inside,

I rocked her 
And said I love you

You're safe, you 
Don't need to hide.

She looked at me 
So tenderly

As the tears 
Rolled down my face,

She took her hands 
And wiped my tears

With so much 
Dignity and grace.

Come walk with me, 
Let's leave this place,

But she wouldn't 
Move an inch,

I held her close 
And stroked her hair

But all she did 
Was flinch.

Why does he do 
Those awful things

Did I do 
Something bad,

There's nothing that 
You did sweet child

She looked 
So very sad.

I won't let the 
Demons hurt you

I will be your 
Guiding light,

To protect you 
And always love you

In the darkness 
Of the night.

She looked at me 
With a sparkle

That I saw 
Within her eyes

She squeezed my hand 
So gently

And gave a 
Little sigh.

I stood up slowly 
And helped her up

She still was 
A bit afraid,

But I held her 
Tight and told her

Of the progress 
she now has made.

Finally, a smile 
Was on her face

As we walked 
Slowly out the door,

She was free to leave 
This place in peace

For the demons are gone, 
Forever more.

 Mary Graziano ©

July 6, 2012

Well this is my first attempt at writing a poem that I wrote this afternoon as a song, I would love to hear feedback in all honesty, Ive even been in tears as I read it over...thanks everyone...
**May be triggering.......


SHADOWS OF NIGHT


Alone in the night they cry out in fear
Ashamed and abused they hide to disappear,
A living hell that binds them and squeezes them tight
These are the children of the shadows of night.

Feel, do you feel pain for all children,
That's why we must fight
And stand up for their rights,
Feel, do you feel pain for all children,
We must release them and save them
From the shadows of night.

Bruised and alone to face so much abuse
Their throats are squeezed tight, as if in a noose,
Silenced from fear, the scars tell it all
No-where to run, no-one to call.

Feel, do you feel pain for all children,
That's why we must fight
And stand up for their rights,
Feel, do you feel pain for all children,
We must release them and save them
From the shadows of night.

Monsters who savagely rape for their pleasure
Taking the innocence away from our treasures,
Our children can't fight, so many do die
So many tears in our eyes, oh how we do cry.

Feel, do you feel pain for all children,
That's why we must fight
And stand up for their rights,
Feel, do you feel pain for all children
We must release them and save them
From the shadows of night.


Shackled and bound their minds block it away
To try and escape the torturous days,
Their bodies are his, to do as he pleases
Spreads open their legs, as he soon releases.

Feel, do you feel pain for all children,
That's why we must fight
And stand up for their rights,
Feel, do you feel pain for all children,
We must release them and save them
From the shadows of night.

We can't sweep it away or pretend it's not there
Must open our eyes, and show them we care,
Children need to be loved, safe and protected
With God's help we have all been selected.

Feel, do you feel pain for all children,
That's why we must fight
And stand up for their rights,
Feel, do you feel pain for all children,
We must release them and save them
From the shadows of night.

Alone in the night they cry out in fear
Ashamed and abused, they hide to disappear,
A living hell that binds them and squeezes them tight
These are the children of the shadows of night.

Feel, do you feel pain for all children
That's why we must fight
And stand up for their rights
Feel, do you feel pain for all children,
We must release them and save them
From the shadows of night.

Written by Mary Graziano
June 6, 2012

MY SHAME MY BLAME

Cramped inside myself, I hide

Like a cocoon that's wrapped up tight,

Filthy words that speak to me

My mind, it just can't fight.

Hideous creatures grab hold, abuse

Eyes peering back at me,

I hear my little self scream out

Please help, please set me free.

Over-powered, I'm trapped, I can't escape

Can't reach out to set her free,

They make me watch, I cry in shame

Of these images I don't want to see.

Scoffing, they laugh at my defeat

As the memories of my little self unwind

Too young to face the wrong they did

Can't cope, she floats from my mind.

To escape her cocoon, as a butterfly

To flee the wrath at hand,

Fly high above the clouds so white

Viewing mountains that are so grand.

But her glimpse of happiness erodes away

As reality strikes back and wins,

It takes her back to the abusers at hand

As they take her, her mind does spin.

I need to reach my little self

To free her from this hell

But all I see is their dirty deeds

She's rigid, caught under their spell.

I bare the scars that I carry still

So much shame is what I see,

I feel I'm to blame for my little self

Because I just can't set her free.

So she crawls back into that cocoon so tight

Wondering when that day will be,

I just don't have an answer for her

There is no guarantee.

Written by Mary Graziano

June 2, 2012

I wrote this poem because I have so many feelings of blame still for myself that I must heal from. The shame I felt and still feel to this day still haunt me. I blame myself for not being able to free my little self from all the hurt and abuse she suffered when she was suppose to have been loved and protected.