Tattered and Torn #oneshotwednesday #abuse

Crouched in the corner

lights graze my form

front and center

small, faded, forlorn


What do they want?

no warmth, only spite

peering and prodding

no “endless delight”


Sucking the color

pulling apart

perfectly aimed

at the center of my heart


Any one there?

a moment to share

reach out a hand

you – do you dare?


I’m not diseased

just lost, confused

I was the kid

no-love, abused


Today is a day to share poetry at One Shot Wednesday. A time for creative expression and encouragement. Enjoy the art of poetry and a community of wonderful friends.

Published by moondustwriter

Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn. I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community. I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers. There are many facets to this moon - thanks for stopping by.

46 thoughts on “Tattered and Torn #oneshotwednesday #abuse

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  1. Great unfolding of the theme here, Leslie. Very graceful with that soulful insight you always seem to have. The illustration too is perfect. Thank you, Gay


  2. I love the sketch and the mood of your piece– I would urge you to write a little more descriptively within the image– torn dress, downturned mouth…to more succinctly convey the image. Thanks for posting, Leslie! xxxj


  3. Leslie, excuse if I am wrong, but this seems like an older piece. The voice just has a different tone than your more recent work. Perhaps it is the subject matter. You write from the voice of a young person, lost and confused. I want to reach down and give this poor soul a hug. Pretty raw emotions still


    1. I don’t have to wonder, Egaeus, becasue all my IBS went away when I eliminated gluten from my diet. If you are sick to your stomach every night and are bloated, crampy, tired all the time, feel like you have some sort of unknown disease and now you feel totally better, you really become a believer that it is THAT SIMPLE. If you have no issues, great.


    1. This is really ineetrsting! I’ve had several people link up to Real Clean Wednesday with tips about helping kids learn to clean. These cards seem like they’d be very useful and a great addition to what others have said. I may just have to check them out!!.-= Get Plus Size Love =-.


  4. This is my story!

    How well have you said it all in some chosen words, I am amazed. Hope this is fiction to you.. to me it’s my reality. It’s still on. I have a feeling the phase is about to end- till such time I am hanging on.

    You have done it yet again 🙂
    The sketch couldn’t be any better.

    I ask everyone out there claiming to be my friend-
    Any one there?
    a moment to share
    reach out a hand
    you – do you dare?

    Hugs xx


  5. Ah. I wrap my arms around myself. It’s insular and very quiet, but the air is slightly ruffled…something odd…

    ….What do they want?…

    Suddenly there are voices in my head. Very fragile, good stuff.


  6. Heartrending, Moonie.. How they must feel!! I can’t even begin to imagine..
    The scorn.. the looks of disdain and contempt.. they have to endure it all.. (sigh).. and for no fault of their own!!! Sometimes it makes me wonder what a sad world we live in..

    This poem immediately reminded me of Pink Floyd’s “Hey You”.. both have the same haunting quality to it.. (different contexts ofcourse)

    You spoke the heart of the tortured, my dear…
    Lots of love and hugs to you.. and to anyone that needs a hug…


  7. Yep I know this kid, see him every Tuesday. Some adult knocked all of his upper front teeth out so I meet him with my lower plate out we know together we have one complete set of teeth and then we find a voice without his slurred words for him to speak with for a little while at least.


  8. Very compelling piece, Leslie. Makes me want to give you a hug. 🙂

    Very nice drawing too! I haven’t seen a contour drawing since high school.


  9. And they all need that voice…they need many, it’s people like you that really help and make an impact….so many people really need to read this…they need to stop it….many together to make a difference….this speaks to me so strong of that child inside hurting….the one that should be outside playing, laughing….
    reading some of these poems today and brought to tears….
    excellent writing Leslie ~ *hugs ~April


  10. After having a kid I’ll never understand how a parent could care so little about the damage they do. I think you captured the voice of the abused very well. Excellent write.


  11. I always think that the essence of good poetry is in communicating something powerful in as few words as possible. You have accomplished that here. The rhymes keep winding the spring and finally we are presented with the denouement of the “abused”.
    Let’s be honest about a child in pain and under terror. All of their thought processes will be cryptic and hopeless.
    I know where you are coming from. Good that you are still around to give “Voice” to those terrible silent years of suffering.



  12. Moondustwriter… I’ve been honored by your visit to my blog, thank you!
    __I found through Talon’s site, yours; though I’ve made but one comment I visit here often, and I do… so enjoy your style… written with the dust of the moon. ( To use your words.)
    __Again, I thank you. _m


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