Hi to everybody...this is a very heavy poem written a long time ago now but one that is probably as relevant today as it was in the past in some sad cases...

Abuse

Walls enclosing fear and pain
keep what’s in from escaping.
Bleak, the perspective of the used.
Whatever childlike joy was there,
fled before the touch of hands that
abused sacred places, and brought
to nought all whispered protests.
Pleas for the cessation of each
violation fell on deafened ears
intent upon satisfying an urge
for power by gratifying sexual lust
on a body too small for a man’s desire.
The demand to act in ways not known
before became a source of agony not joy,
as could have been, in time, when love
was present, but it was absent then,
and always will be, in those stolen times
when innocence dies.

The abuse of trust echoes down
the corridors of time, bringing in its wake
a great tide of human stress and pain.
Every child born deserves to be loved,
holding as it does, the future in its care.
Let’s build a better one by learning trust
again, despite the betrayals of the past.
Hope relies on its affirmation, and the ending
of abuse can only bring to birth a finer,
happier, and more peaceful earth, and lay
to rest the ghosts of those who did not
survive their own cruel and tragic use.

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Great big hugs to one and all....