A soul bared, not yet repaired, heart broken, expressed with eloquence and dare. Innocence stolen by a villain in the night. Fear still a haunting companion wondering if it will ever be right.
The future is there for the taking without prejudice it can be bright. no fear of sweated tormented dreams shouting in the night just a peaceful beginning waiting for when the time is right.
I wrote this tonight in reply to reading someone's story about being sexuallyΒ Β abused by their father.