Monday, November 9, 2015

Told

Five years old, elective mute.
Her parents brought her to therapy
on employee assistance - five sessions max.
Four and a half sessions, she played.
I talked, waited, hoped. Twenty minutes left.
I told her "Last chance, Please tell me now."
I held my breath. She told. I called the police.


For Poets United Poetry Pantry.

13 comments:

  1. This is really a stunning poem, Victoria.
    It had me holding my breath too!

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  2. WOW!!!!!!!! Fantastic!!!!!!!!!! I am so glad she told.

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  3. It is so hard to reach children who have been hurt...I am also glad she trusted enough to speak. She needed to know someone cared.

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  4. wow! a hard hitting poem. those child abusers thought they can get away...

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    1. This time they didn't get away with it.

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  5. Dark secrets can be persuaded to be revealed under right conditions and circumstances. Must be something sinister and serious that it should involve the police!

    Hank

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  6. Bless the narrator here who had me holding my breath up to the very last. God bless the child.

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  7. You can imagine the frightened child not knowing what to say and understand what had happened to her when everything safe about her had now been shattered by abuse. Wonderful piece of writing.

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