The Holy Spirit has been after me with his insistence for days to post this poem. Because of everything I have learned of late that my son has suffered. It is a sobering experience to learn that your beloved child has been a victim of abuse. I, myself, have suffered every form of abuse. From sexaul abuse, that began at the age of 6, by my Step Father. To emotional and psychological abuse by my biological father. To physical, sexual, and all of the above by my ex-husband and other people I have had relationships with. I know all too well the hidden scars abuse can inflict on not only your human psyche, but physically and mentally throughout your every day life. Being able to speak freely about it all is very empowering and inspiring to others. If my writing can touch one person; well who could ask for anything more than to help another person to not feel alone or abandoned. But be someone who understands why we react the way we do to authority figures, or alcoholics, or turn to drugs to numb the pain that lives in us because of the atrocities we've suffered. To reach at least one person is the best reward I could ever ask for. That is a true Blessing I would say.
