With his bare hands
he rent my world asunder.
Out on desert bare
he left me to wander.

I cried out silently,
but seemingly in vain;
I could not find an answer
nor reason for my pain.

I struggled to gain a foothold,
to find my inner light.
This tormented me,
every day, every night.

With hands unfeeling
he defiled me,
forever stealing
my virginity.

To God did I pray
with all of my heart,
"Father, please stop him
or allow me to depart."

Hating is far easier
than forgivness now;
long did I wonder why,
but never pondered how?

On my spirit
I laid my claim
declaring
I will not live in shame!

As much as I despise him
I feel pity for him too.
For never did he know God,
as well as me and you.


AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a very personal subject to me. It's
happened four times if you must know. Everytime it gets worse and I still
have nightmares from when I was 7 (1st time). I hope you like it because it
is straight from the heart.
 
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