Reality Exposed

Past to be exposed...

Reality Exposed

 

Even those finally helping albeit unsure

Pulled into the mire by their unsuspecting rules

No longer are sexual predators swept under the mat

It’s much too big a bump to ever again lie down flat.

 

They now have a process to hear such complaints

And the promise of consequences at the end of the day

But why do I doubt that fruition is near

After all of these decades the truth will appear.

But what they choose to so do, with my life story I question,

It is plainly in their best interests that I keep it all quiet.

 

I did nothing wrong, was a child, young and so innocent

Unsupervised surely, but what safer a place could I be?

The house of God, I was enchanted, involved and alone

Perfect prey for a predator, lured into his web.

 

I can’t help but to wonder, just what will win out

Their faith and admission to champion the abused?

Or will it be once again a weighting of us against her,

Self reliance, versus self preservation, a battle I’m sure.

I can’t win that deep struggle of that I am aware

All I can do, is stand my ground, armed with the truth.

 

My hope is to leave this conflict, still sound and aloof

I have carried this past forever, it has affected me greatly.

Decades, I have ignored it and now it is all in the open

I can never cover it back up no matter those hoping.

 

All I want is someone to believe me, no retribution, no matter.

That has been missing, all these years, as guilt settled in me.

I need no one tarred, feathered, no one dragged through the dirt,

Just say you believe, tell him so, and we’re done.

I will continue through life, one foot in front of the other

Hoping this cleansing, my soul will rebound.

 

Maybe some day far into the future

I will see this as a turning point, a freedom of sorts

I’m still wary of hoping, but open to the challenge

Faith, hope and strength of truth, my mantra will be…

 

June 7, 2013

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