Bandhya

Bound and Fettered

We Are the Story Never Told
We are born a babe in arms
Innocence housed in our bones
Eyes wide full of wonder
Hearts beat we know no sin

We grow
We see
We witness
We feel

We are harmed
We harm ourselves 
We harm others

We the addicts of addicts
We the abused by our abusers
We the abuser who were abused
We the beaten and the raped
We the ones left to grow on our own

And the cycle it goes on and on and on
We are the house of rage growing in our bones
We are the seen and unseen hurt of a child lost
We are chained to the past of our parents 
We are the secrets of generations ancient to us
The wounded the wounds they fester 
We then become the wounder
We hurt others and we harm ourselves

We are the voices never heard
We are the ones never saved
The ones who had to walk alone

by, Cathy Greer Gonzales
5-15-2015