My son was sexually abused by his father from the age of 2 .. until he finally told me at age 9. At age 16 he is still in a victim mode.. but i know it takes time to heal. I wanted to share one of his poems with all of you.
Through the trees a light shines,
showing a path that glitters with the blood of hope.
I step out,
reaching my hand toward your being.
Praying that you are real.
But the proof swarms my mind in stereo-typical horror.
Leaving me with nothing but the bitter truth.
The lies flow once again,
you know nothing about me.
You try so hard
and yet your multi-personality delays your prying claws
from once again releasing you into me.
My blood, this time, will remain clean.
While you, once again,
are forced into the cove you will never again emerge from.
Your hell . . . my love.
Jordan Garrett Miller