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

[Lexi I.]

This was such a powerful piece, and I applaud you for breaking the silence on such a prevalent, ongoing situation in modern society. Thank you for sharing!

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your kind response Lexi.

[David Scott]

I can only give you a heart felt tear dear. Live in light and love today. :-) xo

[Frieda P]

Thanks David :-) xo

[khalid]

people see that everyday and they forget in minutes afterwards. simply that is because it doesnt happen to their own kids. i hope they would think, what if this happened to their own kids oneday?what would those mature people feel twards the people who saw it and kept silent? i love the messages you send...thank you for that

[Frieda P]

Thank you for reading and listening....sometimes it does happen to their own kids, people are too blind to see it, or prefer not to...not sure.

[khalid]

i think it is selfishness i think..

[Jack...]

So very sad and it breaks my heart that children should have to face this evil...alone.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your kind response Jack.

[Emerald Seas]

Well written, Frieda. Child abuse is devastating, a stealing of innocence and of so much more. I'd like to think that awareness has improved, but I fear many children do not have the resources or courage to seek help. It is one reason they are preyed upon by the guilty. Unfortunately, we must arm our children at a young age to be on the defensive and watchful. That too is a stealing of innocence, but it cannot be avoided when such dangers lurk in corners.
My daughter asked me a few weeks ago if her grandfather were still alive would he be in our lives... That answer was a resounding "no". You're not alone in this Frieda. I faced my demon head on as a teen and it helped me immensely. I don't dwell there anymore. However, I understand everyone's hell is different, circumstances, and level of torment vary, and your loss is tremendous in this horror. Thinking of you dear! Wishing you much peace

[Frieda P]

The percentage of it happening within the family is high, in about 93% of cases, the child knows the abuser. Those are cases they know of, most go undetected and/or reported. Thanks so much for your kind and sensitive response Sera. Much appreciated, and the same to you my friend.

[s y e]

I hate people who do this, they make me sick! It is terrible and just horrific how someone could do this to anyone never mind a father doing it to his own child.

You have written this in such a way that the reader feels as though they are there, the emotion is raw and I felt it all! What a great write on such a horrific topic.

100/100

[Frieda P]

Thanks hon, get angry and stay angry, that's the only way this will ever have a voice or stop....

[s y e]

Yeah, I know. Makes me sick to the stomach!! Its freakin disgusting!

Just realised, im your featured review!

[N!LoC]

i actually felt very comfortable reading this... very real... so real..

[Frieda P]

Probably because it is real...thanks for reading.

[DIVYA]

Another memorable poem from you on the subject. True...the sins of fathers are borne by their offsprings for generations...This is a literal truth. I just go on with the hope that there is recompense? somwhere...if not in this world...then the next...

You wrote wonderfully. Each word drove home the sheer pain & angst felt!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Divya, I hope you're right, I'm not sure even Karma could settle this score.

[kublakhan27]

I'm not sure if I can say anything that hasn't already been said...but you know you have my sympathy, my empathy, and my support...not only are you demonstrating your own strength and courage with this piece, but you're inspiring anyone else who's been through it and reads these words, and that goes a long way towards positive changes being realized.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Steve, really appreciate your support, now and throughout my time here. xo

[kublakhan27]

Always my pleasure Frieda :)

[Kaylor Mason]

I agree with you. The only way to stop this stuff is to break the wall of silence and get people talking. And that's the hardest part of it, for bystanders, for lecturers, but most especially for the victims themselves. It's treated like the Holocaust--so terrible no one even wants to admit it happens. The greatest irony is that its people's horror of this subject, their fear to deal with it, that permits it to continue. It's one heck of a vicious cycle. And if we don't work to break it now, we are responsible--directly or indirectly--for allowing it to happen to the next generation; possibly our own kids and grandkids.
And when the judgement day comes, and we all have to face what we did and didn't do, EVERY adult will be held accountable--there won't be any sitting on the sidelines on that day; protests of "I'm not involved" and "leave me out of this; I had nothing to do with that stuff" is gonna fall on God's ears. I do believe, at that moment, God's ears will hear them . . . and He'll hear their empty falsehoods and pathetic cowardly attempts at self-justification. This sin is the type that rests on everyone's shoulders . . . "the only thing necessary for evil to prevail is for good men to do nothing," as Edmund Burke once said. (I think I quoted that right). As human beings, we're all guilty of looking the other way; I know I am, much too often, and I feel the shame of it cutting across my conscience even as I write this. This poem might not be the most pleasant one you've done, but it's definitely one of the most important--we can't afford to forget what it teaches.

To commit this abuse on a child will damn your soul.

To suffer them as a child can damn your soul; but only if you let it.
(The healing process is life-long, sometimes longer, but at least you can be healed. Never easy, but possible.)

But to stay quiet and look the other way easily damns a thousand.

Thank you for this lesson, Frieda

[Frieda P]

Thanks for such an insightful and thoughtful response Kailor...the reason so many are silent, is because it's hushed up or no one believes it...or it never comes to light, just destroys lives in it's wake. Much appreciate you support.