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‘I am mute 

from the pain and fear and the enforced silence. My mind is no longer mine, it takes over and blocks the agony, helping me live and breath.

I exist, I do not live.

 

He said he would hunt me down and kill me. He has succeeded. I am as dead, but worse, I am still living with unbearable pain. The pain returns throughout the day, always as intense. At night, I am tormented, sleeping little, afraid to sleep, haunted.

 

My children stolen and given to the man I have tried to protect them from, the courts help him continue his abuse…the silencing, the denigration, bullying, twisting words and actions, gas lighting, telling me I’m mad or lying, not believing my crying children begging to come home to me, abusing them and cutting down my maternal instincts to protect and love my children.

 

What type of people are you who cannot see you are puppets in the hands of an abuser or at very least colluding with him in abuse of the vulnerable … mothers who ran from the terrible abuse of a man and tried to protect her children, struggling alone.

 

And we will be left changed, damaged, some may not survive, children will live with this inner pain for the rest of their lives, mothers living in darkness, crying, howling in despair, their children torn from their hearts, part of them missing, worrying, worrying about what their child is going through.

 

Shocked that this country allows this, why, why. How did it happen? We have been labelled, thrown into a strange alternate universe where we are judged, told we are someone we are not, abusers of our own children, made up stories.

 

We cannot believe the madness of your beliefs, the excuses you will make to tear children from their mother..why are you like this, what do you gain? A wage at the end of the month? Power, twisted vengence … did you have an abusive childhood, are you sick yourself?

 

You are killing women and children, emotionally, mentally, physically…we will not live as long as we were meant to and our lives will not be the best they could have been because you have burdened our souls with excruciating, deep, and terrible pain.

 

My children were sweet, gentle and harmless. They have changed, they are troubled…. but no-one notices because they have learned to be silent, to hide their feelings and get on with life as best they can.

They think I abandoned them.

 

You are responsible for this, inflicting pain, neglect, utter lack of compassion or understanding, made up models and tactics, used to trap mothers and children into silence. Nothing changed, men and powerful women rule, mothers and children considered the lowest and weakest, there to be bullied and squashed.

 

Society does not want to help women who are trapped in abuse, they don’t understand why, how it happens, the clever baiting and trapping, the threats, the pummelling of all self-worth, the fear, confusion, mind and spirit barely existing.

 

And now, instead of support, you act as fellow abusers, you fail to protect children and you break mothers, barristers relishing the win with no thought, or even perception of the suffering they cause.

 

You believe you can get away with this horrific abuse of some of the most vulnerable in society.

 

You are right, you can.

 

-HR

red is the colour

of the tears of children
and your hands pour down
dripping in secret crimes
of power and abuse
your crazy beliefs
and the green of dirty money
smeared across your lips
mouldering cloud of  honey

we are rising, we are here
waiting
we faced terror and fear
your time, your turn
our time, our turn
let the houses burn
see the doors?
they are cracked and old
they are crumbling
to dust
and our children are running
towards you
~HR

taking children

its just a job
you took my children
you sit in your home
while my life is broken
and my children hide
their fear is unspoken

do you sleep at night
or are you awake
wondering who
is in the shadows
waiting for you
because you took their child

they have nothing left

the exiled

do you ever look in the eyes
of the person you  betrayed

do you fear for your life

see the flash of a knife

if you don't

do you know what that means?

you are empty.

empty of feeling, of humanity

you do not see the future

of the many you broke

will they turn on themselves

or you?

run

The day I didn't get to say goodbye 

I turned up for court the day I didn't get to say goodbye

I was there but i seemed invisible

I tried to talk but my voice wasn't heard

It all got a little blurred

I know I'm innocent, I was raped I left and abusive man

He had all the power, I tried to stand strong but clearly women dont belong

In a place where men take president in a court so controlled

Silenced by a closing door would I ever be the same once more..

Parental alienation what on earth is this - where was he ? When he missed his list

The offers were given but never taken seriously how is this a punishable thrist

I've cared non stop for his children for 8 years

I had no rest I put them first

But now I stand in a court that feels like no mans land..

What did you say...? You're giving my blessed children away?

The day the children screamed and were taken at a courts order

The day I didn't get to say goodbye

By E

SILENT CHILD

My child

You are silent

Gone from my life

And you are missed

Sudden and shocking

Giving us no breath

To understand, to think, to find help Bewildered, confused, terrified

They take over, take our lives

 

Seperated

We yearn for each other

Child

Mother

A precious bond broken

Pain searing, ripping, tearing

A part of me, all I live for

Silent

Silenced

I have to leave our home

Pack your toys and clothes Entering your room

The pain overwhelms

Only memories

The silence is deafening

And the fear and panic return

How will I do this

How will I carry on

Thoughts circling

How are you, what terrors are you going through

Hiding it from

The Abuser

The One you ran from

And are now imprisoned

In his home

We were not believed

I hope you remember this is wrong You have been wronged

You have been silenced

I want to hold you in my arms

I know you want to be here

My instincts tell me to protect you

But I no longer can

The pain is unimaginable and raw

An open wound

We have nowhere to go

 

My silent child

-HR

The family court system is a joke,

All they do is prod and poke,

Into a victims private life,

And wonder why they commit suicide,

The day you took my baby away,

Is the day you decided I shall not stay,

I've done the tests, I've jumped through hoops,

But because of my abuser, I'm classed as a fruit loop,

You've allowed my abuser to continue control,

While you sit back and get the payroll,

A child is out there missing one half,

While you judges sit back and laugh,

In a child's best interest you say?

Who made you god and let you play?

You are single handedly destroying lives,

While you go and cuddle with your wives,

Do you think it's fair that I fight and fight,

While I try to prove worthy with all my might,

I've had enough trauma to last a life,

My abuser has won, you handed them the knife,

If this is what it's doing to me,

Think of the trauma on all the babies,

The lifelong pain that will live with them,

Failed by the system, the abuser won!

 

-Anon

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