Social Issues

Healing the Scars of Child Abuse

By Somali K Chakrabarti What does a child do when those who are meant to protect her turn into the perpetrators of crime against her? Abuse in the formative years might be the worst kind of agony that a person could be subjected to. When perpetrated by family members it carries with it the burden of guilt and shame, which affects not only the childhood but spills over the entire lifespan of the person. Every time I read about child abuse, it disgusts me to think about the people who indulge in the heinous crime. More disturbing is the thought of children who are made to go through it.   Image credit The Only Way Out Is Through ‘The Only Way Out Is Through,’ written by Shirley J Davis, is a first-hand narrative of the trauma faced by the author who was subjected to abuse in her childhood. While she avoids mention of the explicit details, Shirley mostly uses the form of free flowing poetry to convey the deep scars that were inflicted on her as a child, and the psychological setback she suffered due to the inhuman ordeal.


NEW Poetry from around the world. Read the best of new poets:

This post is relevant for all the awesome poets, who follow Scribble and Scrawl. There’s an ongoing Free Poetry Contest till 29th March. You may wish to submit your poems on this site for Poetry Festival. See the original post here that lists a collection of best of new poetry from around the world. Happy that my poem ‘Whistling Dunes’ features in the list. 🙂


Fuelled By Love

By Somali K Chakrabarti   Background Image Credit ‘I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.’  – Maya Angelou  Small Acts of Care Fuelled by Love can make your day special.  Read the complete post on Life11   If you like this post, please consider following the blog. Please like or share the post if you enjoy reading the post! .


Juvenile’s Delight

By Somali K Chakrabarti Image source In the darkest of winter nights, Ruthlessly savaged by brutes, she fought, wailed, as she was scarred for life; wounded, she lay on the stony pitch, holding on with all her might, they mocked her, scorned her, she struggled to survive;  One day she lost her ‘losing’ battle with life!

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