I penned this prose while serving as a Child Welfare Specialist for IL Department of Children and Family Services:
They tell their stories with anger and despair, they speak harshly you feel the unforgiveness in their tones.
They lash out that is what they understand.
They shriek back in fear, with tear-stained faces.
They fight with rage uncontrolled No one hears their cries no not even I,
No one cares, for they have been raped, abandoned, beaten unto an inch of their lives and told they were nothing.
Their self-esteem does not exist.
They are a shallow of what they could become.
They know nothing about hope.
Tormented minds, lost dreams enveloped in their world of despair.
And yea their I sit with pen and paper in hand, advising.
admonishing and at times encouraging and on a good day, I listened and look into their eyes…….. and by the grace of God there go I.