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Child Set Free

The child sat on the sofa,
her body laiden with bruises and covered in lice. 
She was only the age of one,
         maybe two.
     How could this be true?
I stared at my friend and she at me.
Tears flooded my eyes, how could this be?
My friend babysat this baby. 
Knowing the condition, 
This child should have been set free.
Her mother fed her condensed milk 
     as that was the only thing around. 
Her belly swelled from the lack of proper nutrition. 
I proceeded to change her diaper.
My cheeks stained, my eyes wide open,
 what was it I did see?
   A rash so bad, skin broken, she cried from the pain...
With my own money,
    A soothing cornstarch bath, lice shampoo. 
Oh this poor child, I'd had wished I knew!
Reaching with glove covered 
    hands for the phone.
             Calling the police and children's aid.
This child...NO THIS BABY.
With a broken heart I let her lay.
      A proper bottle of milk with supplements mixed. 
She drank and drank I was determined to fix......
      In clean clothes retrieved from another friend. 
The baby laid and held my hand.
Proper cream on her bum
      to help her heal.
My heart, angel baby did steal.
A rap on the door; 
     Police and children's aid arrived. 
Her own mother would be chastised.
An ambulance not far in tow.
        This little soul;
  Finally she would be free!
Was this the best decision though?
     My friend left behind.
In the ambulance, to the hospital we go. 
I refused to let children's aid 
     take her from my arms. 
I knew they wouldn't cause her 
        any harm. 
But my heart said no.
A privilege, they allowed me to accompany this innocent child;
         Finally at peace!
Her mother arrested for child neglect. 
What exactly happen to her, causes me to reflect.
       She lost custody of this one.
At last..... baby you have won.
She was now clean. 
My mind and thoughts returned to the mother, 
    not images of peace but images of regression between the mean.
   I had small children of my home. 
Food in their bellies and a place to roam.
    They were always in clean clothes,
even with their dirty noses.
I made sure my kids needs were met.
It didn't matter to me if 
       I didn't get.
As long as they were fed and cared for.
   I'd go without if they needed more.
You see, a child should never be in such a place.
    The mothers that follow this path should be disgraced.
  I don't care, your circumstance.
Your child will never have a chance.
If their needs are never provided for;
     they will die an agonizing death. 
You will roam free, after baby takes           
         their last breath.
In our society, there you will always find help. 
To abuse your small one in such a way.
        It was certain anger I felt.
I wanted her to feel the same pain.
Seeing only red, 
      I needed to refrain.
I stopped seeing that one friend. 
             A friendship at its end.
You KNEW about this ABUSE and 
       YOU allowed it to continue. 
HOW COULD YOU? HOW COULD YOU?
        Those in need, take heed;
            If I ever find you.. 
   Know this to be true.
You will never see your child again.
They will be freed and a future
                they will attain.

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Silent Killer

Destitution 
Contribution
Retribution and 
Pollution.

Distribution
Persecution
Allocation and 
Prostitution.

Disillusion
Institution
Absolution and
Percicution 

You continue to pass laws.
Laiden with so many flaws.
Providing criminals just cause.
Within the confines of your walls.

Stop the sale of coke and meth.
Police involvement; your last breath.
Remove safe zones to inject.
It's time to act; sudden death.

It's all because of you,
This profanity, all the clues.
Bloody noses, arms track blue.
Your body shakes; 
If only I knew.

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Sadness Overcome

Tell me why the tears are flowing/
Sadness overcome.
I kissed him every night before bed/ I must always be the one.
 It is rarely returned, his lips I have not touched/ It is never reciprocated. It's far to much!
Each morning before he goes to work , I must be the one to go to him. For him to come and kiss me/the chances are so slim.
Does he not understand the pain that that causes/ is this because of my flaws?
So often I sit and I Ponder/ this causes my mind to wander.
Does he have affection for another/ is this something I must uncover?
There was a time when you were happy , we were partners he and I. 
Now all I do almost everyday , is sit alone and cry.
I suffer from many ailments I think he doesn't see/ I strongly believe he misses the old me.
My diseases enable me to do many things/ he thinks I'm losing my mind ,  I wish I had wings.
To be able to fly away , free as a bird/ and there would be nothing but silence/not even a word.
Sadness has overcome me , I am totally lost/ I want these feelings to stop - to stop at any cost.
~mp (c)

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Infectious

This smile, so infectious.
Monkeys so pretentious.
Her eyes glow with wonder.
Reminders of when I was younger!
Each day, new discoveries.
Life's little mysteries!
There is so much that I do miss. 
Such as;
your hugs and your juicy kiss.
You are always in my thoughts,
I cant wait to show you what I was taught.
Curious; what will you be?
As you grow, so speedily.
Your imagination, your dreams, only you can tell.
For you, my grand daughter, my heart does swell.
You may not a complete mirror image of me.
But I know inside you, I do see. 
That there is art and history. 
An old soul, is what you are.
A glorious and brilliant shining star. 
I am always there with you.
In your heart, you feel it too.
The older you get, the closer we'll become.

~mp (c)

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A Childhood Taken Part 1

Let's reminisce of time long ago.
When a young child of only four years old.
She would walk through the path between the two houses.
Sent there as she scurried like a mouse. 
She was so very young. 
Anxiously awaiting the cookies that would come.
Freshly baked, oh so yum!
No understanding of the games he wanted to play.
She still can't understand why, even this day.
She wore the dresses her mother had made.
A fashion show in his basement. At times afraid.
But those cookies waited, so the child stayed. 
She spun around and she would sing.
A child's innocent voice would ring.
She never cried, his hands would move her long hair. 
Her neck now bare.
He would slowly run a finger along her skin. 
Lifting her dress wanting to penetrate therein. 

She did not know anything different.
She was important to him, she was significant.
Her sisters were far to old,
Had the child known, she would have told. But not a squeak, 
"our secret" he would say, 
so meek.
Her parents never stopped her from going, they would always say go.
This little girl, if only she could have said no.
Up onto his lap she would sit.
After the dances she performed, she was a hit. 
He would hug her and kiss her upon her cheek.
His hands would wander, she'd  never speak.
She didn't know at age of four.
That as she grew, his desires would soar.

At ages five and six. 
He would find new tricks.
These games became more and more.
Her secret, their secret, this child bore.
His fingers always playing in her hair.
He would look at her, in his basement. He would look.... there. 
She did not know..... 
She had nowhere to go...
She carried this secret all alone.
Whilst at the table with her family at home.
Her own father wouldn't touch her at all.
His baby she was afterall.But to her mother, she was her doll.
Being groomed and shown things she shouldn't have seen. 
Memories of these times in childhood flash. Always obscene.

Seeing the blue headed snake.
The girl, age of eight.
She began to realize something wasn't right.
She was still to small, groomed, she couldn't fight.

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Shadow Walker

Shadow walker come to me.
Let my eyes see what they see.
It's in despair I call to thee. 
Shadow Walker come to me.

There have been so many questions.
Emotions/Fears/Anxieties/ Obsession.
Heading deep into depression.
Shadow Walker, I need suggestions.

I always feel things crawling on my skin.
I know I am going crazy, my vail is thin.
I don't know where to begin. 
Shadow Walker, I ask with chagrin.

Shadow Walker please come to me.
Please allow my eyes to envision thee.
Please show how I may set my mind free.
Shadow Walker please come to me.
~mp (c)

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A Childhood Taken Part 2

Her parents wondered why she no longer went.
Even though there she would be sent.
Across his yard she would run.
To her friends on the other street to have fun.
The older she became, she would often submit. 
To the point of feeling this was it.
That was who she was to become. 
A young woman, she had to please everyone.

You had never gone to prison.
You had never done hard time.
Now your dead, without punishment.
This woman now has such resentment.
She still aches to often please.
No matter what fashion, 
This feeling , she cannot appease.
She often worries she has done wrong.
That little girls voice rings in her ear. Oh so strong.
You took her will away.
Those cookies are what made her stay.
A trap you set, that even to this day.
She feels the need to please, in any way.

At age 42, now a mom and a grandmother. 
She went to every length to protect her own, her sons and daughter.
She would kill for them if ever this would happen.
Her mind and soul would blacken.
A force to be reckoned with,
A mother with a past, 
this is no myth!
Because of him and a few others after.
Her life was a big disaster.
However; 
She grew stronger although
she still pleases and serves.
She can say she protected them, she observed.
She is now married to a wonderful man.
One who doesn't totally understand. 
Only because herpast is just that. 
So she keeps it under wrap.
She is who she is
because of all of this. 
Stronger, determined, not amiss.
She angers easily when she hears tales
Of other children, pasts entails.

We all deal in our own way.
But the last thing she will say.
Is letting go of what was is key. 
To beginning to heal, do you see?
If you hold on to what took place.
Then you are stuck in the past, misplaced.
Let go, let go.... fear no more. 
Let those feeling go out the door.
Allow yourself to recover and rediscover who YOU are meant to be. 
A human with compassion and create fond memories. 


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The Candle

The candle light dances in the breeze.
It's calm and peaceful, feeling at ease!
Moments of sadness I can see.
Whilst looking at the candle; is this truly me?
The flame, shielded by the glass.
As to shelter it, 
how long will it last?
Do I lead such an existence?
Am I lacking it's brilliance and  persistence? 
Do I emotionalize amonst it's luminescence?
Do I find haven among 
its presence? 
Questioning, wondering,
needing to know; 
Solitude within its glow.
I wish to resonate its fight. 
Against the winds that come to extinguish it's light. 
I constantly stop myself.
Putting thoughts and emotions on a shelf.
I project anger and frustration 
to those around. 
In my words, I expound.
This is the only way; thoughts are released.
Helping me; indignation decreased.
I cannot verbalize.
I always externalize.
Making what is not real appear.
To the flame I wish to give my fear.
I ask for knowledge and understanding.
My own being withstanding,
everything that is set before me! Allowing myself to be free.
The flame ignites.
Screaming to remove my plights.
Have I reason to find concern?
In this life I yearn;
For balance; physical and emotional and psychological. 
To discern what is illogical. 
To again be who I was.
A fighter, strong with just cause.
Not this weak shell I have become.
A new year, a new life has begun. 
As the flame I will push through.
I will stand up and construe,
what is false and what is true. 
I will no longer bemoan 
the unknown.
I will begin to trust what it is I am shown.
A new life arises.
Full of laughter, happiness and surprises. 
The person I used to be.
Before afflicted with disease.
This shan't come with ease.
But know this;
I will no longer remiss.
I am Manon Peel.
Changes soon to come, 
and this time....for real.

~mp (c)

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Burning Bush

Trapped beneath the burning bush
The crackling of the fire.... /whoosh
The flames engolf all that is round you both.
I cannot reach/ I cannot get to you two/I have broken my oath 
I promised no harm to ever come your way/ my vow was broken on that day.
I pledged to protect them at any cost/ on this day all was lost. 
I heard their cries/ begging for assistance.
I could do nothing/ no matter my persistence.
I stood as though frozen in time/ our lives flashing before my eyes.
Every word/every memory/ all fell in line.
I could not cry/ disbelief.
Their lives extinguished/ taken by a thief.
I awoke/ a dream? 
What did all this mean?
My husband was at gym/son still asleep.
Overactive imagination/ caused such a terrible sensation. 
They live/ they breathe
The fire/ not real/ relief.

~mp Nov 18 16
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Push To Strive

Keep me at arms length/ I cannot hold you.
I haven't the strength.
With wondrous eyes I use to see/ the magic amd will that lived within me.
Now filled with anxiousness and worry/when will this ever end?
I no longer wish to have the sensation/no longer want to bend.
Struggles of life affect us all/ one way or another.
We try and force/ needing a breakthrough. 
When will it come? This is no life to live.
They will say push; PUSH HARD TO STRIVE.
~mp (c) Nov 15 16