Torn

Torn from her family
bereft of any solace
raped and bloodied
she lays upon the torn mattress.
Told that all would be fine
forced to wear a ribbon
which marked her crime
deadened to the pain that festers
she lays upon the torn mattress.
Men have claimed her
used her
told her she was a whore
cigarette burns
mulitiple wounds
worse than what she flew from.
Sixteen years old
a virgin preyed upon
life would have been no better(?)
had she not left home?
Fleeing from one dictator
landing in another
haunted by fears
eyes shuttered to pain
she wonders
which place is better?
Jay-lyn Doerksen
©June 8/18

 

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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

8 thoughts on “Torn”

    1. It is a combination of things that I read. Children being taken from their parents. Parents being made to wear ribbons to identify them as having children. Children being lost/sold into the sex trade. It kills me that we live in a time where this is becoming common place and where children are being used as toys and pawns. My heart aches and the words spill.

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