Greetings, Friends ~

Of the many high crimes occurring in our world, child abuse rates among the worst. There is no excuse for it – none whatsoever. We would all prefer to look at the happy, bright side of life. If only “not looking” could change it.

This is a poem that I wrote back in 1996. I was not the seasoned a writer I am today. Despite, I think this poem does a good job of describing the lasting damage to kids when their innocence is selfishly robbed from them. If these truly evil perpetrators are caught, our system provides them with free shelter, food, education, entertainment, activities, etc., while in prison. System = broken.

Be well,

Jana

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The Closet

She cannot speak to me
Except from a corner of the closet
She is safe
Hiding in the shadows

I position my chair
Within her view
I watch
As she plays

She sits in a full crouch
Talking to her dolls
She speaks
Of an unforgivable sin

Listening to her
My heart is heavy
Searching for sensible words
I can find none

As God’s advocate
I near the closet
She cowers behind barriers
That cannot be seen

Whimpering, she says
He is coming for her again
Her eyes glaze over
with terror-soaked tears

I watch her rocking
Conversing with dolls
Revealing the soiled infancy
Known only to her father and God

Twice each week
I witness this
Meanwhile, Evil sits in prison
Fed, clothed, warm.

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