This is about a boy
young but on the cusp of manhood
growing, dreaming, lusting
full of hope and strength
Along came a shadow
that passed over his heart
dark and without mercy
No rescue was possible
no escape
just darkness and the cold chill of a nightmare
No one must know
it didn't really happen
its all a misundertsanding
he told himself
But the shadow never left
the darkness invaded his soul
and he was no longer a boy
Now a man..no half a man
the other half empty, numb, and fearful
angry and desperate to run from the pain
filled his body with poison
prostituted himself
15 minutes at a time
and never admitted
that he was broken
Is there hope
is there healing
can he go back and undo the damage
under the surface
that now comes spilling out
like vomit
the promise is elusive
the pain unbearable
sometimes death seems like relief
he can only wait for the shadow to pass
and his soul to be reborn

So true...

Not just to wait fellow survivor, but wait with purpose. Find the other half, grow, dream, lust, immerse in strength what has been deprived of in the abuse, joy, hope, courage and conviction.

Be reborn.

Just thought I'd bring this back for a second look. I wrote this when I was new on MS and just starting the business of recovery. I wouldn't change a thing.