The Path of An Abuse Survivor - Little Toy Soldiers
This poem is dedicated to all the abuse survivors out there in the world who have walked this path. The vigilant little soldiers now all grown up facing life’s challenges as survivors. What our past has taught us is that giving up was never an option. We had to find our way through the darkness scared and alone, with only blind faith leading the way. Some of us made it out alive, and others did not. We salute the fallen soldiers that could not hold on, we honor their memories by living life to the fullest.
Our dedication to the fallen is about focusing on The Healing Journey. We are ALL worthy of healing and embracing positive things in our lives, never forgetting where we came from and how we got here.
Those who were lost are never forgotten.
Toy Soldiers
Marching on with stars in your eyes as that glimmer of hope
Guides you forward fighting an invisible battle towards freedom…
On and on you travel this child of the night never wavering on your mission
Stumbling through the rubble that others have thrown in your path
Sifting through the spewed garbage left for you to clean, oh the unseen fury inside the soul trembling with fear tainted with a dash of anger
Traveling forward, marching on like obedient little soldiers doing as your told feeling darker and dirtier as the journey unfolds.
Dedicated are thee the innocent victims of circumstance trying to right the wrongs as you stay vigilant in your loyalty of deceit - inflicted consuming your being as you once were an angel of God, now tossed in the depths of hell’s fury seeking redemption for your abusers as you stay silent in your misery.
March on March on - The battle continues for the wide eyed wonderous little soldier wanting nothing more than to play happily in the field of dreams instead dropped in the pit of disaster
How do we claim victory these children of the night, seeking a safe flight out of harms way evils night as the bombs explode around you relishing in the pain marching beyond the rain with zero restrain…
Toy soldiers how can this be once innocent now misery in the trenches so dirty and deep, how can you clean your feet, and cleanse your soul without screaming defeat…
Gallantly you make your way forward claiming victory for each battle won, fighting for that sun, bringing you back to the light of day, pushing all that rain away…
March on I do say resilience is guiding the way as you canter up the mountainous peeks, dropping the masks of deceit, staking your flag in the ground, your story so profound as the glorious words roll from your lips – I refuse to be defeated freedom is at my fingertips…
Toy Soldier Victoriously made your way by the grace of God you are here to stay, staking your claim on life full and true, no more silence the war has subdued.
The Unspoken Truth A Memoir is my personal story, and this poem is dedicated to all the Toy Soldiers out there who continue to make their way through LIFE… NO more silence.
Written by: Lisa Zarcone Author
Life Path