Free to be Free – Dverse


December 18, 2015 by petrujviljoen

Where's an End to Fear

What follows isn’t entirely autobiographical. I recently met a little girl at a place where I did voluntary work, who would scratch at her cheeks to the point of the skin being broken when she cried, which was often. I used the title of the post by Dverse and it’s meant ironically.


Thudding throbbing silence

straining – head

breaking pressure inner heaving


tethered child-bitch –

wrenched throat

choking mute

tears grazed cheeks’

skin – dress

lifted – inevitably

dragged cigarette coal


curtains drawn door

softly so softly





Please follow the Dverse link supplied at the top of the text and press the Mr Linky button to read other people’s work – I don’t know how to get it onto this page.


41 thoughts on “Free to be Free – Dverse

  1. A common story
    so empty so sad..
    the death of a child’s
    heart likely broken..
    abused or neglected
    where only
    the well
    of empty
    that never
    feels the
    Love.. the ultimate
    healing force of human
    being still now.. as freer..
    and sadly if not grown
    from early
    never grown
    at all.. saddest
    part of life at
    a child
    numb…death…iN Life…

  2. Misky says:

    I love the mesmerising progression of this piece. Nicely done.

  3. kanzensakura says:

    No, not a hopeful ending at all. Too often too true – which is why it still happens all the time to too many children. Excellent write. I can see why you could no longer continue to write this. It was hard to continue to read. Free writing isn’t often free or freeing, but it is more – opening? maybe?

    • The sensible and insightful responses to this piece helps to be courageous about continuing talking about it. Because it’s so mind blowing, people shy away from the topic. Many times have I been told to change the subject because it is so uncomfortable. Even close friends and family.

  4. Pleasant Street says:

    I never can write about this subject which is in my past. Thank you for writing about it.

  5. Grace says:

    This gives me a chill of a descending darkness ~

    Enjoyed this one ~

  6. I really appreciate the way you have given this child a voice! Excellent!

  7. I think if you meet a child like that, there are all kind of horrors you might imagine… I wonder how people can do so to a little girl… I hope she will be surrounded by good people some day who might change her path.

  8. Bodhirose says:

    This was difficult to imagine even though I know this sort of child abuse happens. No, I didn’t feel that it ended hopefully at all. Curtains drawn and door closing quietly…no, it feels sick, sneaky and sinister.

  9. Kinda had to think twice about “liking” because of the intense pain that underlies this beautifully penned poem. So many children experience this desperation.

  10. Glenn Buttkus says:

    I am new to your page & your work. This piece touched an emotional nerve for sure, conjuring up visions of pedophile priests & pre-adolescent raping of little girls. I think it closes on a hopeful note; very abstract formatting, but interesting message.

    • Either you didn’t read properly or I didn’t write properly. It didn’t close on a hopeful note. On the contrary. Thanks for visiting and commenting. I find your work interesting.

  11. purple ash says:

    I love this:

    “tethered child-bitch –
    wrenched throat
    choking mute”

  12. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    Beautifully done 🙂

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