THE CRIES OF A CHILD

I was a child of five when I was taken from my only home

Cast out on an endless road that led to nowhere

As cruel strangers faces came and went

I quickly learned a child was a pawn and money was their only care

So many countless homes and unknown faces

Not allowed to call anyone my Mother

No one cared or tried to help feel safer

I was cast aside, without my family, sisters and my brothers

As countless homes and face came and faded

They stuck thorns deep in a tiny child's heart

When they abused my mind and then abused my body

They tore an innocent child’s soul apart

Each person and each endless nightmare

Each scar that was given by the wrong touch

Only left me feeling dirty, scared and broken

And terrified each night by so much

I was a child left alone to live in silent desperation

Looking for something many people called a home

When I cried out, no one came to take me from destruction

And for many years, I became just like a silent whistle being blown

For those few people, that tried love and help me

For those few that showed me kindness and cared

They couldn't save me from the horrors I saw afterward

That I had to fight alone in silence and had to bear

I heard a saying long ago that gives my soul some comfort

It said that " God gives the devil his due.”

I will not worry about a child's retribution

Because I know with each footstep that you take, this phrase must follow you

 I'm a grown woman now, not frightened any longer

And for what was done I can forget, and I'll forgive

You once left scars upon the soul of one of God's children

And stole the innocence away from a defenseless kid

Years passed slowly my time in hell was longer

And each day I told my heart; that it's not too late

Then one day I came to the realization

That it was not me that I should look down on, or berate

Because, justice is in the hands of God my Father

I have learned to live beyond what I write down

God helps me purge my soul and all of my old emotions

And as this leaves my heart full, because I can turn my fate around

Everything that was done to me as a child

Might have cut into me deeply like a knife

I still remember being so desperate at the age of twelve

And in my silent world of confusion I tried to take my beautiful life

Five years passed slowly, but I survived and I moved on

And I finally found a way for me to escape

Because, I was a lost child drowning in such daily sorrow

And I drowning daily in the faces that I grew to hate

Now hear these words as you read these lines in my book

You will not escape God's fate, and as you can see

I lived, and I survived, I broke through all destruction

God always will protect this beautiful life and soul for me….

© Brenda Keough   1987

Note on the Cries of A Child… 

I was five years old when my five brothers and sisters and I were taken from our abusive parents.  Only to be placed by Child Services into more destructive homes.  I  spend a lifetime knowing only nightmares, chaos and losses….lost in confusion.

I would spend a lifetime looking for a place to call home, love, and a foundation.  Not trusting, knowing only fear, locked in a mind that I thought was ruled by the ruin of my childhood.    

I learned my past did not define my life, and the past cannot follow you unless you allow it.  The Devils I sat with as a child only made me stronger, wiser and gave me more courage.  I can close the door on the past because it doesn’t matter anymore J   I’m alive, and I am a whole person, nobody touched my soul.

I remember this quote, “If we don’t make changes…they will be made for you.” 

We are adults now.  Don’t let bring destruction into your world, and don't let anyone make changes to your beautiful life.  Speak up and fight if you have to, and protect your rights…protect this beautiful life God gave you. 

You are the one in charge of this life, so make changes and cause changes to happen that will protect not only you but next generations to come…

Angels the past has no reflection on the future.  It took me almost 50 years to realize that and change my mindset, my thoughts, my medical destruction.  I had to forgive, and I can move on….creating a greater future, and I see the world differently.

Each moment is called the "present" for a reason.  It's the greatest present God could offer you.  Stay fully present every day, be grateful, love yourself, change your mindset, remove negative thoughts and rebuild the language in your mind. 

God Bless

LIVE, LOVE, AND LEARN THAT’S THE ONLY WAY OUT!