A Child's Revenge
Posted: Friday, July 11, 2008
by Sarah Bryson
I wrote this after a friend had confessed that she had been molested as a child. It is one of the more dark items that I have written. While the ending is a complete figment of my own imagination, anyone who has been a victim of abuse, be it physical or sexual, has probably played the scenario out in their head at one time or another. Even though this was written with my friend's sexual abuse in mind, I found myself using the feelings that I had after a childhood of physical abuse as inspiration also. It certainly isn't a pleasant read, but the writing of it proved to be a cathartic experience for myself and a powerful, emotional release for my friend.
A Child's Revenge
Follow me into my toxic garden
Sit and watch as my soul hardens
Blood boils as the concealed memories gather
Heart beating, racing faster
Darkness surrounds my wretched being
Silently, quietly, my inner core screaming
Apprehension grows as the Dark One nears
Forcing me to face my demons, my fears
As the icy fingertips of death
brush against my naked soul
The thoughts that I'd suppressed for far to many years
Come rushing to the surface in a torrential rain of tears
Who were you to judge?
To touch and violate?
As I peer at you, through crying eyes
I find myself filled with hate
An innocent child gone
A vengeful woman in her place
Your lies and pleas fall on deaf ears
This rage will not subside
Get on your knees, for forgiveness pray
On this, your Judgement Day
From between parted lips
Your life's blood drips
As I realize what it is I have done
Death comes to take your hand
The corrupt and depraved land
That was my prison
Will now become your tomb
As I look into your lifeless eyes
I remind you one last time
You brought this torment upon yourself
Dad, this was all because of you
Sit and watch as my soul hardens
Blood boils as the concealed memories gather
Heart beating, racing faster
Darkness surrounds my wretched being
Silently, quietly, my inner core screaming
Apprehension grows as the Dark One nears
Forcing me to face my demons, my fears
As the icy fingertips of death
brush against my naked soul
The thoughts that I'd suppressed for far to many years
Come rushing to the surface in a torrential rain of tears
Who were you to judge?
To touch and violate?
As I peer at you, through crying eyes
I find myself filled with hate
An innocent child gone
A vengeful woman in her place
Your lies and pleas fall on deaf ears
This rage will not subside
Get on your knees, for forgiveness pray
On this, your Judgement Day
From between parted lips
Your life's blood drips
As I realize what it is I have done
Death comes to take your hand
The corrupt and depraved land
That was my prison
Will now become your tomb
As I look into your lifeless eyes
I remind you one last time
You brought this torment upon yourself
Dad, this was all because of you
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Top-level comments on this article: (5 total)Very compelling, and well written Sarah.....Child abuse is a horrific thing... It changes a child's life forever, and leaves behind so many scars that will not heal...The physical scars, of course, healed long ago. The emotional scars, I find that i still deal with them today and I haven't lived at home since I was 17. So, over the course of the last 15 years, I have struggled with the lies, the betrayel and the anger I felt towards both of my parents. My dad was an alcoholic and my mother an enabler. My dad was the abuser and my mother allowed it to happen and that makes me angry, even now. Thank you for reading and commenting.
This gave me chills. I (thank God, Almighty) was never abused as a child but I've often seen cases on the job. My heart breaks each time I encounter it.
Sarah,
As an abuse survivor myself I well know the emotions that evolve. I think you will find opening up about it, letting the pain out through your writing will make huge inroads in your healing. I know it has and is mine. Also, I seek healing and intimacy with the only one I can always trust, Jesus Christ. I pray you have Him to go to also.
Wow! Dark and powerful. As far as the writing goes, its flows very smoothily; good rhyme and rhythm. Nice writing.
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