Published by: Mherry Vhine Macalalag
Date Published: January 22, 2026
Time Published: 11:52 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: The Stolen Innocence
I was only a child when they pointed their hands,
Blamed me for things I could never understand.
I said no, I cried, but my words were small,
They vanished like echoes against the wall.
A child to small to fight, too young to defend,
They said I was weak and cannot stand,
Each bruise on my skin was a mark of despair,
And no one believed that pain put me there.
I cried in silence, night after night,
By the day I pretend to still alright,
They said I was lying, that I sought the pain,
How cruel the world, to call truth insane.
A child who learned to hide, torn and confused,
Taught to keep quiet, to hide what was bruised.
And when I spoke up, their eyes turned away,
Their silence much louder than words could say.
Even if years have passed, the scars remain,
Not on my skin, but deep in my pain.
Justice, they said, would one day appear,
I'm still hoping for someday, I would be heard.
Now I walk proud, though my heart still bleeds,
I’ve stitched my soul from shattered lights.
They stole my voice, but I learned to shout,
To stand on my pain, to face my doubt.
I was only a child, but now I see,
The strength they broke still lives in me.
Even though nobody believes
But still, I rise.
For I set myself free.
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