Who Will Soothe My Pain
From the soft glow of a candle, in the
by Ruth warren
middle of the night;
a little girl who could not sleep,
begins to ponder and write.
So many thoughts and questions, striking
as lightning in her mind;
a thunderstorm that builds then peaks,
this is how she felt inside.
She held her feelings in, fearful of
letting them out;
and now she sheds one silent tear,
that upon the paper does shout.
Secrets of her past, kept hidden
within for years;
now escapes by way of pen, as she
holds back a river of tears.
Her cautiously begins to write, and her
soul is stirred within;
as her mind recalls the actions, of the
one she can't seem to forgive.
Her pen flows almost effortlessly,
with memories of her shamefull past;
that are revealed upon the paper,
as she lets go of them all at last.
Childhood memories are hidden no more,
as she vents her anger with pen;
and as the tears flow from her eyes
she wonders, 'Will my pain ever end'?
She relives the night that it all began,
the abuse she was forced to endure;
by the hands of the one whom she loved so
much, yet caused her to feel insecure.
They came into her bedroom, to tuck her
in she thought;
unaware that she was only a part,
of their wicked, perverted plot.
Their touches they claimed were those of
love, but this child did not enjoy;
being used for their own devious
pleasures, abusing this little girl
And when at last they were finished,
they turned off her lights as they left;
her innocense they had stolen, her heart
had been pierced by this theft.
For many years this continued,
she lost track of the years that went by;
yet hidden away within her heart,
were the memories of their actions and
She feared that she might betray them,
if she uttered a single word;
of what went on every night in her room,
that tainted forever her world.
At last she finished writing, of the
secrets she managed to keep;
then she crumbles up the paper, terrified
that someone might see.
With a tear in her eye she climbs into
bed, where ironically it began;
where a trusting, little girl, was
defenseless against roaming hands.
Many years have went by since they've
showed her their love, for she is a child
no more; and she wonders as she drifts off
to sleep, 'Did I secure the locks on my