To not know that damage can be done without pain.
To not know that pain can happen years after the damage.
Growing inside like an insidious cancer.
Slowly. Quietly it festers. Damaging and tearing all the more.
Destroying life and joy and self as it grows.
All the while other things are blamed.
Never realizing the acts that come out,
are a vile symptom of that thing inside.
Living with shame and guilt.
Yet it was hidden beneath so much silt.
Never knowing. Never seeing that it was there.
Tearing, shredding, destroying without a care.
It hid in the darkness. Laughing with delite.
As joy was destroyed, it hid, giggling, out of sight.
It's hatred and loathing of all that is good,
kept it killing as much is it could.
Killing Joy. Killing happiness. Killing the light.
Raping and Pillaging, determined to win it's fight.
It is darkness, and in darkness it lays.
Silence is one of it's most powerful ways.
Yet darkness and silence cannot ever stand,
For it's enemies are far more grand!
Light and Word have power to kill.
Darkness and silence reduced to nil.
Obliterated by slightest sound, silence is buried within the ground.
Darkness flees to the farthest plane, as light arrives with lauded fame.
Conquered they lay, defeated this very day,
yet their children stay, working away.
Guilt and shame with silence and darkness came.
In time, they'll leave, with nothing gained.
And in their wake, there will be one,
who cannot be felled, because now he knows,
and has understanding gained.