My Point of View (written by Carnia Layla Adams, age 13)

After seeing an abused friend who came for help my daughter (age 13) wrote this poem and shared it with me the next day. As a mother I am proud of my child for expressing her emotions of this devastating experience she heard/saw. As a woman I am sad, hurt that our children still have to hear/see these stories of abuse. Self / imposed? Either way we need to change our stories, either way we need to heal our world for the sake of our children.
Here is Carnia's impression of the abuse.

My point of view

Sweetly, silently, all at once.
That’s how they disappear into the darkness of the mind.
Majestically like a souring eagle.
Away, away be as fast as you can.
Battered and bruised once the night ends.
Suspense will kill those expecting news.
Was it bad or did you stand your ground
Was it sad like when an animal abandons their sick child
Philosophical questions arise.
About morality and your state of mind
Do you go back and walk down that path
I doubt it, it must be painful.
You were broken, like a broken chord but not as melodical
But you were fixed and now the darkness disappears
And smiles await you from those that expected the news.

©Written by Carnia Layla Adams (Age, 13)