Scribbled Bliss

Childhood sexual abuse is something people close their eyes to and turn their heads away from, not standing up for the innocent. This is my voice giving it a face.

Angst filled pain passed on

           like an old family photo

poignant, yet colored

                in faded hues of misty grey

you threw your life away

             like dirty bath water

               scribbled notes left behind

     nothing to obscure

  

your flight from

          breathing's contentment

    Incomprehensible deafening

              screams of emnity

bad blood injected

          into the veins of naivete

Venom so fierce 

              it'd knock the hell out of Satan

prince of darkness 

               sat behind our door knocking

monster of brute strength

               and alien affections

    no gods interrupted

 this sin against his child

prayers unanswered, 

               only the muffled sounds

of innocence

     being shorn in tiny shreds

common enemy of mine,

 I needed to protect you

I failed to slay the monsters

           on the rise and in my head

you took that leap of faith

        begging death

                    would be it's own reward

peaceful dickens of a way

         to escape

 hell's fire

     you left behind all the scoffing scorn

                 that found it's way back to my front door

                                        taunting songs breathe immortality

                                              for sins of the father

         hiding for eternity and perpetuity

                   in your silent bliss

Author's Note

Many of you will feel uncomfortable reading this, and I hope that's true, being uncomfortable and staying silent are two different things. I have hopes that people won't stay silent on this horrific issue any longer. It devours lives, being ultimately and internally damaging to say the very least.

Reviews

[writing mojo]

you nailed the accursed head on this one, the flow, the dialoged pain set to perfect un-perfect word choice , the ending had me in musty tears, cellar wall fears like closing the door on some many closets, who's moth's feast on the sweat of so, sowed many living in nightmares...great piece

[Frieda P]

Thanks mojo, always an interesting response from you and under the circumstances, you hit the nail on the head with your reply, thanks so much.

[writing mojo]

welcome

[Monster ^.^]

The anger felt is there in the words, it's just... a complete piece, nothing more needs to be added. Abuse really needs to be stopped, like pronto... nice work Frieda :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand this poem. My mother was abused and the man who abused her. She had to take care of of him at the end of his life. This would be hard. No excuse for hurting or abusing a child. Children must be told to scream out when they are touched incorrectly. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

That would be impossible for me, I would have let him rot...I have no idea how your mother could have done that, made me sick to just think of it...thanks for your thoughts and kind words Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

It was hard for her. She did it for her mother.

[KAOlmsted]

I always wonder "Where's the mother?" or insert-silent-family-member here...I am so proud to know you, Frieda, because you are such a strong voice for this campaign...ending childhood abuse. That's me, by the way, standing behind you, shouting just as loud as you. Well done, lady. Keep shouting.

[Frieda P]

In all honesty, this made me cry kimmer, you have no idea how much this means to me. Good question, sometimes I think I'm angrier with her, I can rationalize that he was a sick b*****d, but you know yourself as a Mother you'd not think for a second if you needed to put yourself in harm's way for your daughter. I swore I'd never be as weak as her, at least something came out of it...Whew, true confessions over. What I meant to say was thank you from the bottom of my heart.

[KAOlmsted]

Oh man...now I'm crying. F*****g hormones! Look at us, we're a hot mess! Okay. Deep breath. I can understand that anger. Totally. You know, between the Brit and I, I absolutely pity the stupid mother f****r who ever even thinks about hurting my baby.

Always my pleasure...and always from the bottom of my heart, too.

[Frieda P]

Okay now that me laugh, I almost wrote, 'and it's not even that time of the month'! You're starting to scare me...but in a good way.

[KAOlmsted]

;-)

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I think that this is an accomplished poem
you have expressed yourself brilliantly
thanks for sharing

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much SHEEMA this is dear to my heart, and a subject that needs to be addressed, I much appreciate the read.

[InsanityWriter]

Very powerful. Excellent write and message. It's sick and it needs to stop.

[Frieda P]

I agree with you wholeheartedly Skittles, thanks for reading and your support!

[Claire Twinn]

Your anger glares through here. Such a horrendous crime to go unpunished by so many.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for reading and the support Claire.

[Miranda Richard]

I like pattern of your writing, and the choice of words were lovely. Child abuse is a horrible crime, let's all hope we can end it. Great job :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much for reading Rayne, that would be incredible, if only....

[Sheila Kline]

Dang, I was just reviewing this and lost the whole review since I must have pushed the wrong button...so here I go again. The issue of child abuse, especially sexual abuse is never acceptable! This monster has ruined far too many lives - took the life of your precious sister, and gave you a double dose of horror with her death! A very close family member of mine was sexually abused and I had no idea of it and still don't know who the abuser was - only told it was not a family member. If I had known of it, I swear I would have castrated the B******!!!! Why, how can people who know of it turn the other way and not want to get involved????
Your words tear at my spirit.......very, very powerful!!! This is the most powerful write of the absolute evil of it I have ever read my dear friend!!!
Be strong..........you are loved, and admired so very, very much!!

[Frieda P]

Don't you just hate when that happens? Ha, and I'm sure you would have too Sheila, not very Lady Lovelike, but he deserves it!! Thanks so much for your loving support, much appreciated my friend.

[KurKota]

You have given this topic the excellent and hopefully loud voice that it is needed. As I read this, it is gut wrenching to me that these things do occur. It can never be too surprising to anyone as to whom this can occur, and who the offenders may be. You have stated it very accurately,.....the shadows cover a lifetime ! Again, a good writing, my friend.

[Frieda P]

As gut wrenching as it is, I'm happy to hear you felt that way Kurkota, these kind of things get covered up way too often and people don't want to deal with them, which is understandable, it's the ugliest side of life there is. Thanks so much for your support!

[KurKota]

Always, my friend !

[Kajal Gulabani]

Beautifully voiced Frieda.. Many raised hands for this one..

[Frieda P]

Oh thanks so much Kajal, took me a long time to find my voice, now I can't shut up. Much appreciated my friend.