i understand the wondrement
the questions asked of your scared self
why
i too have felt the unheard cries
shed in the deepest darkest pit
inside yourself
where the shadows are real and unseen
alive
writhing in agony
ignored denied blocked out a dream
horrible dream that was still a dream
not reality
was i a bad little girl did i deserve it
am i a terrible person should i deny it
should i even try to fight it
can i hyde it
what is real what is pain
do i deserve better
again always still asking
why
why did it happen to me
innocence stolen bought raped
was it sold to Satan for your soul
must it always be His
can i ever be good enough
strong enough
woman enough
proud enough
could i make a difference if i tried
plead with God until i died
continually cried draped in sackcloth
can i ever be good enough for Him
Dont submit to the enemies lies
I believe God must hear every childs cries
I dont think Ill ever understand all the whys
But dont lay defeated
Stand up and arise
Give it a try
Let your spirit fly
Well, I know your folder says to abandon hope all ye who enter, but what I like about this poem, aside from the honesty of the pain, is the redemptive ending. There are many who do NOT survive abuse through their adulthood, but this poem is from and/or about a survivor. Thanks, Ann.
