Fortnightly guest post
Who is this child I hear crying in the ebony night? Afraid of the dark and afraid of the light?
No stars to be seen in sight. Introverted now and lives within this hard shell. Always looking for the wishing well of time stolen. A beautiful child is once carefree and happy. Sitting on uncle's bended knee drinking sugared coffee. Looking for attention in a large family with parents
working, leaving children to roam free.
She is the spitting image of me, only tiny and innocent, helpless to abuse.
Hiding away in a closet that monsters live within. I visit her in my sleep now and then.
To remind her I’m a friend, come to protect her in the night. Turning on the night light of time.
Children shouldn’t have to go through what I’ve been. No wonder it’s so hard to make friends.
People only pass judgment anyway, and the inner child says they wouldn’t believe her
But I’m grown up now and in control. Always having to remain in control to keep the monsters at bay.
I listen, and I learn, and I educate my mind. Looking for the reasons for the seasons of time.
Comfortable in my own skin now. Living in the day and looking back now and then to remind me where I’ve been. So much I’ve learned in the hard lessons of life. Been married three times and never really a wife. Too much abuse at my front door. The cycle repeats as the world turns more. I finally said enough and spun around like a top.
No more punishing me.
Putting my foot upon the solid ground. Growing up at long last, I can see my mistakes in the past. I’m some to blame, that’s for sure. I’ll carry that cross and burden within. But I’ll never
Yes, I will win…
Protecting to this day. That child alone in a closet with monsters. In the end the monsters
all die and go away, leaving only the scars upon my heart.
“If you’re a survivor like me I want, you to know there are others out there and we all know how hard it is to walk the path, but we don’t have to live like victims anymore. We are set free in the truth and we are Survivors! Break the cycle of abuse!”
© Eva Marie Cagley