There are ugly words in our society that no one wants to hear but we hear them too often. “A child was sexually abused.” The thought brings a repulsiveness that turns your stomach. Much too often the perpetrator is someone who “knows or loves” the child. To the child, it is confusion at its best. Your life it changed on every level and every relationship is not the same after you have been sexually abused. If by the Grace of God, you have never been in that position, you may wonder what a child goes through. How do they deal with such atrocities? Typically, the outcome is not good. Many just stay right there emotionally. They never progress and grow to become full mature adults. They just stay in the darkness of their pain. They just stay in
…the night season…
The bud has only begun to open as the innocence of a child is taken away.
Shattered by the weak will of a man, innocence tries to stand.
Day by day, year by year the sheerer strips away the virgin wool.
Innocence is still fighting.
Acceptance, Trust, Love, Security
Traits found in a good family.
Innocence gives way to trust.
As trust is stripped away, the life begins to decay.
During the midnight hour, comes a deafening silence
As the black night is absorbed into the abyss.
Innocence of life is nowhere to be found.
There is no east. There is no west.
It is only by the grace of God that life can find rest.
The shadow of a tainted man still remains.
Only sounds of pain are heard, moans that grieve evil spirits.
The only comfort found is despair.
The gloom of hellish shadows fills the air.
There is no path, no road, no sign.
The desolator becomes very, very dear in time.
The season has not changed.
The night has not given way to day.
Still, no one is there to lead the way.
As silent prayers cry out, the doorman stands still.
In the position of death, I find my way out.
It is only by death that I find life.
But at this death, there are no mourners,
No one to grieve, no friends to leave behind.
For no one knew that I was dying from the love of a family.
…I was buried alive
…I was the dead among the living.