She Loves Me

She loves me. Don’t let bruises show, hide the scars, I’m clumsy; fell when running to say. Another night of anger, violence, shame. She loves me. Hands fall as rain, voices rage as thunder, pain sharp as lightning strike tear blind eyes. Foul, hurt filled words in fog of chaos. Cycles of abuse, pain and anguish pass family to child, embedded behavior. Scars of mind, not forgotten resurface, it’s just discipline, good parenting. Compassion for our young bare no gray zone, abuse, pain, deprivation are not learning tools. These are crimes against the defenseless by persons lacking moral and social integrity. Mankind must stand custodian of innocent youth, strong, with resolve, defend the innocents. The child must say in purest voice, She loves me. The legacy of our future lie in small hands, visions of tomorrow seen through tearless eye. A heart to beat for a world clearly calling; She loves me. Robert Gene Stoner Jr © 4/6/16