Solitude

Buy Tub Mill Solitude By: Tenna Perry Blessed solitude Come and cover me With sweet anonymity Hiding me from the burning light And the truth no one will see The darkness lurking in my heart And my intolerable hell Alone I wonder what I did To deserve the wickedness Of his incestuous touch Vile corrupter of a childhood Thief of a virgin’s innocence Lonely years stretched Until they became the norm No one to speak of the deeds Or absolve me of my guilt My soul was damned All faith lost within my inner storm But wait, who is that Standing all alone Hiding in her own solitude Fearful of the very light Trying desperately to turn Her own heart into stone Together we find A strange type of joy In the meeting of Another lonely soul Friendship found Or is it some sickened ploy? Speaking in hushed whispers The dirty family secrets We each fear punishment From above Or perhaps below For breaking the family code Overheard by others We find four score or more Each with her own sad tale All are filled by worry Of judgments and frowns Instead we find courage To break free of The smothering solitude We stand up tall and brave United in our quest Of ending all abuse Together we fly on mended wings Just like the morning dove. Please send any comments on this poem to Survivor Haven RETURN TO: August Issue Home