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VICTIMS OF CHILD ABUSE
VICTIMS OF CHILD ABUSE
If only you believed that you deign, deign to come back, out of magnanimity
And of overabundance, so free, so self contained within yourself that you could
Walk like a child unafraid of anyone who could possible do you harm once again.
But no, this would be a gruesome pleading to a reentry into a darkness sealed shut.
Come here into the light as a hesitant rose; those stars above quiver as you do and
Their light shouldn’t be here either but the rose and you need to find their way.
Unfolding requires light and all petals are delicate to a grasp; your own radiance
Was pure innocence, that those in darkness lacked because they did not receive
The full measure of light as they tried to unfold. Light is received and not taken.
Star crossed, you were taken back from further progress and circled back. Yes, let
Us lament; how hauntingly and begrudgingly did you turn back when summoned
From it’s incomparable circling; trying to take up the body’s trivial circulation.
Now you exist in time: time is long, time increases and time seems like a relapse
Into the vortex of that illness but as a human plant, you are able to bend those
Multifarious segments of time and create a new child sprout to new liveliness.
You went into the Hall of Mirrors; into the infinitesimal parts of yourself and came
Out whole again. You gathered your beauty and innocence back to yourself as one
Would fold up a flag after a requiem; do not let the ashes further begrime your gaze.
Where are you now? In which place are you?-After that healing epiphany you open
To the dawn of a new day. Suffering the agony of love means to be alone sometimes
As artisans do in the intuition and contemplation of correcting distortions in their work.
