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Victoria Cormier Poem
I've been hearing so much about child abuse;
and it makes me feel so angry and sad,
How could anyone hurt these little children;
most of all, how could their Mom's and Dad's.
These children must feel so lost and scared;
not knowing what they've done wrong,
all they want is to love and be loved;
they can't fight back, you're too strong.
So stop, please don't hurt them anymore;
all they really want is to please you,
Their little mistakes and accidents are bound to happen;
They're not perfect, but neither are you!
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The tormented mind cries in silence,
the pain is almost too much to bare;
always having to put on a false face,
pretending that you care.
There is no magic cure all pill,
believe me I've tried them all;
You just have to keep on going,
hoping you don't finally fall.
At times the pain is overwhelming,
giving up would be the easy way out;
I know in my heart that's not an option,
although my mind is filled with doubt.
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Sometimes I feel like I'm in the ocean
struggling to stay afloat
Trying to stay optimistic
patiently waiting for a boat.
There are times when the water is calm
and I think everything will be okay
Then a wave crashes down upon me
and my optimism is washed away.
I feel so tired and weak
treading these waters for so long
It's hard to keep on going
hard to be brave and strong.
The waves come one after another
it's so hard to hide my fears
All I can do is keep on swimming
and try to hold back my tears.
For out here in the ocean
YOU REALLY ARE ALL ALONE
Everyone is busy rowing in their boats
they don't want to hear you moan and groan.
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Our children's innocence is gone;
they see and hear more than they should,
in this mad mixed up world,
where there is more evil than there is good.
They fear not the boogey man like we did;
there are real people now playing these roles,
Children's lives are filled with fear, tension and stress;
for many, survival is their main goal.
So many are filled with hate and anger;
others with just plain fear,
when I think of our struggling children,
my heart sinks and my eyes begin to tear.
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Forgive me Lord for not being happy;
with what I have and what I own,
I feel so ashamed of myself;
how I constantly moan and groan.
I may not own everything material;
like a nice house or a new car,
but what I do have Lord;
outweighs all of that and more.
I have three healthy wonderful children;
some women cannot conceive,
Some children are very sick or dying;
how their poor parents must grieve.
My children receive three meals;
each and every day,
There are children who are starving;
they are slowly wasting away.
I get upset how small our home is;
embarrassed the furniture is worn and old,
some people have no home to go to;
they sleep outside in the cold.
I have a husband and three healthy children;
They love me and I love them,
I realize now I have truly been blessed;
I will never complain again.
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Nobody ever helped me;
I did it on my own,
I worked hard all of my life;
I did it all alone.
Never once given a handout;
to help me through dark days,
When my bills and rent come due;
Nobody else ever pays.
I know you are struggling now;
times are hard and money tight,
It will do you good in the long run;
if you have to struggle and fight.
So don't bother me with your troubles;
I've been through it all you know,
Why should I make it easy for you;
You reap what you sow.
Why should I give you a break;
I did it all alone,
It did me good and made me stronger;
for now I have a cold heart of stone.
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My mind wants to give up,
my body has a long time ago;
Tired of the constant worries,
always feeling so low.
The spark of hope in the distance,
is no longer there;
I am all alone in the darkness,
I no longer care.
I can no longer find my way,
the darkness has made me blind;
So now I finally surrender,
My body, soul and mind.
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Victoria Cormier Poem
Like a cactus in the desert;
I need little to survive,
deprive me and be harsh;
you cannot make my spirit die.
I do not grow with richness;
like many others do,
I merely exist in a place;
that would never be good enough for you.
The deprivation would absolutely strip you;
of all your strength, will and hope,
even for a cactus sometimes;
giving up is easier than trying to cope.
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I know she was having troubles;
we all have in our day,
Why did she have to be so weak,
to let it all end this way.
I would have helped her if I knew, they said;
that she was to the point she had arrived,
Little did they all know;
that every night I prayed and cried.
I wish I could tell them I was so tired;
I felt alone, defeated and lost,
Everyone knew the position I was in,
why should my problems be their cost.
I didn't really give up you know;
I tried for a very, very long time,
whenever I was beat to the ground;
I kept on going without a whine.
Not even the hardest can withstand everything;
So I wasn't really weak you see,
Even a rock erodes if it is hit enough;
That is just what happened to me.
I thought she was just feeling sorry for herself;
when she looked so unhappy every day,
After the end I heard them;
They all had something to say.
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We all have a guardian angel;
someone is always near,
They help guide us with our decisions;
and help to ease our fears.
I wish I could speak with my angel;
ask if I'm doing things the right way,
Why do some of us struggle so hard,
will everything be okay?
The answer comes to me quickly;
"just keep on doing your very best,
for God only gives the hardships;
to those who are stronger than the rest."
" He chose the strong to be poor and struggling;
the weak to be rich and carefree,
He knows the strength of your heart and soul;
All that is happening is meant to be."
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