Little Secrets Become Big Hurts

I see the fear within her eyes…deepest, darkest pain and terror that once claimed my childhood’s soul. She looks downward to hide the sorrow so many can never imagine…. But I know. Inside, I know. And I weep for her.

You see, I know this little girl. I sense the wickedness that goes on behind the doors of the corrupt environment she must visit too many times. My ears have heard and my heart relates. When you’ve been down that road with the very same child molester, you understand the signs. I’ve tried so hard to rescue her. I’ve made those calls to report the wrongs to no avail. No proof, no charges. And the abuse will never stop.

She’s only eight years old. Her sister is seven years older, and it happened to her. When an abuser starts, he doesn’t stop. He only looks for his next victim. And it makes the child within me relive the years that broke my spirit and crushed the person I was meant to be.

I pray for this child, but I only wish I could take away the wounds that suffocate her youth. What will she become? Will she be rescued in time? Will she find redemption that I only recently claimed after this man robbed my innocence 53 years ago?

Horror infuses my being when I see him around her, and I cringe at the thought of her being used for his gratification. Hell holds a special place for people who will hurt an innocent child. This pain will follow her for years to come…her lifetime. The nightmares never stop until you realize you cannot allow someone to have that power over you. I pray she will find her voice and get away soon.

God bless our children. The world is so unfair. People need the love of Jesus, for Jesus would never hurt his children.

The following poem is from page 250 of my book, Heart Written – Breaking Free. Order a personally signed copy with free shipping directly from this blog on the Home page or HeartWritten – Breaking Free, the Book page.

 

Unvoiced Questions

What caused you to hurt me?
Who gave you that right?
What caused me to give in
And not try to fight?

 What thoughts came to your mind
When you hurt me so?
Did you hear my heart cry
For you to let go?

 How dare you not notice
Those tears in my eyes,
My hands, as they trembled,
That fear, not disguised!

 Nobody must find out.
I gave you my word;
Or else, you would tell them
It never occurred.

 So young and afraid then,
No one would I tell.
For all of my childhood,
I’d live through this hell.

 My life would be tainted
With visions of pain.
No one could imagine
My past was to blame.

 And how were you punished?
Were nights filled with fear?
Or did you have sweet dreams
While mine disappeared?

 This child still remembers
And cries ’til this day.
But, through God’s sweet mercy,
Her heart found its way.

 I pray you’ll recover
From Satan’s sick plan
As you bid good riddance
To that evil man.

 Though questions unanswered
Remain in my mind,
Forgiveness I’ve granted
While sweet peace I find.

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