HER SILENT STRIFE

HER SILENT STRIFE

She whispers her name,

In a soft, subtle voice,

Frightened by the shame,

That haunts her from another’s choice.

One she had no say in,

For only she was a child,

Now forever locked within,

Is an innocence lost and wild.

Each night she recalls the pain,

And face of the devil who took a piece of her life,

A time in her youth she’ll never regain,

Only the horrors of her silent strife.

There’s a sickness, a madness in some people if you will,

That compels them to harm others in deviant ways,

For this there too is a sickness, a sadness that makes me ill,

That for so many they suffer in silence today.

Always remember, it’s never too late to stand up and fight,

Whether the abuse is now or the past, there’s no need to suffer tonight.

-brad