Just forget

” Mom where are you going?” The girl chocks back a sob clenching her small fists at her side.

” Stop acting like a baby you know I’ll be back ” her mother shook her head, adjusted her eyeliner for the umpteenth time. Completely disregarding the child.

Do I know? The little girl thought not really having anymore to say. She felt as if her thoughts meant as much as a billionaires dime, nothing.

She clenched her tiny fist’s into a tighter ball. She winced at the sharp sting of her irritated bloody red palms. She paced thinking over what to do once her mother was gone. Her grandmother was in the other room just two feet away. Not for long, she’d seen the eyeliner on her eyes as well. Surely, she’ll sneak away after her mother has appeared to be far away.

It’ll be a race to get home. Both will have the same excuse ” I am a grown woman I can do what I please now go to sleep!” She’ll have to do what they say although they’re in the wrong. What more can she do their big she is small simple laws of nature don’t pick on the big guys.

That’s how it will always be; many children around the world can tell abuse, neglectful, dysfunctional stories. Filled to the top with problems their parents or someone bigger than them created.

Fact is all over the United States commercials premiere about animal abuse, domestic abuse against women.

What about the children why don’t they get a say? Aren’t their lives just beginning where’s their dog day? Why do they go through domestic abuse, horrible foster parents, starvation, struggle for stability and no one care?

I guess just like every horrible deed the human race has committed it is swept under the floor in hopes no one will notice. In hopes everyone will forget.

The children never forget, just ask the prison guards that guard them.

I won’t forget you

I had a monkey long ago, not just any monkey, a monkey with oh so soft brown eyes. A large smile that beat the stars hands down.

Over the years the brown, turn to gray.

Ironically so did I.

I died on the inside every time I chanced a glace his way. How I wished the sickly skin tone would go away.

He fought hard he did. Brave little monkey he was, and is forevermore.

Funnily enough I feel as through that little monkey known from the start. He held fast to life with both hands. Played it sweet like the smoothest of harps. When that song was over he lay still.

Goodbye little monkey. I’ll never stop wearing the symbol of you.

Pink ribbon tied tightly to my wrist, I strut proudly not caring what others think.

Because, you little monkey taught me to be brave.

I think I just got ran over

Pain is physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or injury.- Webster Dictionary 

If only it were that simple. 

Pain is more than physical suffering its emotionally devastating. 

Pain is like a virus even though you don’t feel it, it still lyes within you.

Pain leaves a burning sensation that you just can’t shake whether good or bad. 

Pain is physically scarring sometimes more than people let on.

Pain is a silent enemy that wins more that 67% of the time. 

Pain is in some instances controllable but, sometimes you lose someone or something and the only way you can truly heal the wound is with tears of pain.

Pain is deeply rooted within all that is expression. You could not feel joy without first feeling the pain of loss. You could not hear the magnificent beauty in music if you couldn’t connect with that very moment of pain in the past. You couldn’t carry hope like a shield of protection if you haven’t felt what it’s like to have none.

Pain is that icy burn in your heart when you think you’ve got nothing left. 

Pain is that throat clenching burn, so bad you can’t even find the will to speak because someone you’ve love unconditionally hurt you the most.

Pain is hard to swallow. 

Simply because the antidote is even harder to swallow.

Forgiveness; some of you are already thinking “No fudging way will I ever forgive them”. 

Well pain is like poison all it does is take away. Forgiveness is like a leap of faith scary at first but, you’ll be glad you did it.

You make the choice.