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There is a story of long ago
of a
small child hurting so.
Pain buried deep
within,
when a loved one
whom she had
trusted
committed the ultimate
sin.
For a predator lived in the
home
and there beside
her every night.
Touching
and feeling
her body when everyone
else
was out of sight.
Did anyone know
what
she was going through,
how at times
she cried.
Inside of her heart a
small
child secretly
wishing she had
died.
Laughing and playing
all running
in the sun.
Unaware of the
lasting damage
already
to a small soul
now finally
done.
Silent until the end,
finding it
hard to ever
trust and have a
friend.
Assaults on her young,
and
innocent body
over and over
again.
Please don’t hurt me
the little
girl said,
As she quickly lowered
and
bowed her head.
Heart now beyond
repair,
broken by a loved one
who had been
there.
© Brenda Sparkman
December 20, 2005
 
Midi Playing: "A Child's Cry"
© Bill Sandy
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