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Arianna Stone Poem
O tender soul, o innocence defiled,
What cruelties did your youth upend?
Tormented by she who should cherish her child,
Instead her addictions made her your fiend.
Those eyes that should have beamed with a mother's love,
Grew cold and contemptuous in the throes of her vice.
What horrors played out in that hellish dugout,
As her demons unleashed their malicious device?
Did her hands that were meant to soothe and caress,
Leave marks of unspeakable malice instead?
While her harsh words like knives did your spirit suppress,
Leaving your young mind battered and misled.
In that lair where you should have known only grace,
An unholy darkness descended to reign.
Fear and anguish contorting your sweet face,
As her sickness lashed out again and again.
O the trauma embedded, those indelible scars,
That no child should ever have etched on their soul.
Your safe haven perverted by terror's brutal chars,
Stripping security's blanket that should make one whole.
And when at last you were plucked from that pit,
From the hell that your childhood had tragically become,
Other arms tried to embrace and permit
The shattered pieces of you to be some.
But the ghost of those horrors still stalked in your mind,
Echoing torments that never were quieted.
The hyper-vigilance always lurking behind,
As the demons you fled, you could not outride.
For PTSD's insidious grip took its hold,
Replaying those memories of helplessness felt.
The night terrors and flashbacks forever retold,
Of the agonies your young being did pelt.
O you brave, resilient warrior of the soul,
Battered but never defeated by your youth's blight.
The traumas that tried to leave you a haunted, scarred toll,
Could never extinguish your infinite light.
For though she was meant to protect you
Copyright © Arianna Stone | Year Posted 2024
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Arianna Stone Poem
My childhood was meant for innocent adventures,
Climbing trees and chasing dreams, not living traumatic ventures.
But you stole that blissful promise with your heinous deeds,
Planting seeds of fear only a shattered soul sees.
My sweet dog was my guardian, my friend,
A source of pure love, on which I could depend.
With a wagging tail and cuddles abounding,
They gave me a safe space when terror was compounding.
But you saw my dog as an inconvenient truth,
A witness to your atrocious unchecked pursuit.
So with a gun's loud bark, you murdered that light,
Ensuring only darkness would grip me at night.
As my dog's life faded, I felt my hope expire,
Replaced by the harsh knowledge I couldn't deny your fire.
The message was clear, stay silent, don't you tell,
Or more than just my dog would be forced to farewell.
So I swallowed their death along with your depraved acts,
Locking away the pain, sealing it with tight pacts.
But trauma doesn't disappear, it simmers and grows,
Unleashing its anguish on my adulthood's blows.
Now PTSD is my constant unwanted houseguest,
Holding me hostage with fear that will never rest.
I flinch at loud noises, am petrified when alone,
Plagued by the screams of the voiceless, the unshown.
My dog's final cries, their life slipping away,
Haunt my nightmares, ensuring I never find peace in the day.
They were innocent, loving, and you stole their last breath,
As a warning for me to stay silent about your living death.
I'm shattered, traumatized, struggling to find calm,
As the ripples of your abuse continue ringing alarm.
You robbed me of safety, of security's embrace,
All because one dog dared give me unconditional grace.
Copyright © Arianna Stone | Year Posted 2024
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Arianna Stone Poem
My childhood was meant for innocent adventures,
Climbing trees and chasing dreams, not living traumatic ventures.
But you stole that blissful promise with your heinous deeds,
Planting seeds of fear only a shattered soul sees.
My sweet dog was my guardian, my friend,
A source of pure love, on which I could depend.
With a wagging tail and cuddles abounding,
They gave me a safe space when terror was compounding.
But you saw my dog as an inconvenient truth,
A witness to your atrocious unchecked pursuit.
So with a gun's loud bark, you murdered that light,
Ensuring only darkness would grip me at night.
As my dog's life faded, I felt my hope expire,
Replaced by the harsh knowledge I couldn't deny your fire.
The message was clear, stay silent, don't you tell,
Or more than just my dog would be forced to farewell.
So I swallowed their death along with your depraved acts,
Locking away the pain, sealing it with tight pacts.
But trauma doesn't disappear, it simmers and grows,
Unleashing its anguish on my adulthood's blows.
Now PTSD is my constant unwanted houseguest,
Holding me hostage with fear that will never rest.
I flinch at loud noises, am petrified when alone,
Plagued by the screams of the voiceless, the unshown.
My dog's final cries, their life slipping away,
Haunt my nightmares, ensuring I never find peace in the day.
They were innocent, loving, and you stole their last breath,
As a warning for me to stay silent about your living death.
I'm shattered, traumatized, struggling to find calm,
As the ripples of your abuse continue ringing alarm.
You robbed me of safety, of security's embrace,
All because one dog dared give me unconditional grace.
Copyright © Arianna Stone | Year Posted 2024
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Arianna Stone Poem
A whisper in the silence, a call from the divine,
A spark ignited deep within, a faith that's newly mine.
Questioning the mysteries, seeking answers true,
Embarking on a journey, a path that's ever new.
With hesitant steps, I tread this sacred ground,
Embracing the unknown, where wonders abound.
The vastness of creation, a tapestry so grand,
Leaves me in awe, as I seek to understand.
Doubts and fears may linger, but faith's gentle light,
Guides me through the shadows, towards a future bright.
Each prayer, a conversation, with the One above,
Strengthening my belief, in His boundless love.
The scriptures come alive, with wisdom's timeless flow,
Unveiling truths eternal, that I've yet to know.
Though the road ahead seems long, and the climb, so steep,
I find solace in His grace, a promise I shall keep.
With each step, my conviction grows, my soul takes flight,
Embracing the divine, in this journey's sacred rite.
For I have only just begun, my faith still young and new,
But with God as my guide, His will shall see me through.
Copyright © Arianna Stone | Year Posted 2024
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