1st Place in Poetry Prism is Back . . . Child Abuse
Rotting, festering flesh of the spirit,
eating away at happiness and peace,
harvest of hate and revenge.
Self-loathing, more putrid
than the stench of the
one who steals the light.
ravaged remains of forgotten joy.
Penicillin for these maladies,
let go of the evil inflicted,
a slow and painful healing.
Open the heart to forgiveness,
enough to wake the dying soul,
perhaps to heal the broken will.
God have mercy on victims of child abuse;
give them a voice to scream out their rage,
and bless them with courage to forgive and heal.
December 23, 2008
Re-worked April 19, 2013
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