The cruel touch.
In my heart I keen
and weep,
for the child raped,
assaulted,
interfered with,
whose worldview
is forever changed
and something lost
that can never be replaced
or wholly
healed,
wreaks
daily pain.
It is like a cancer
that steals healthy
minds,
souls,
bodies,
sexualities to
grow on garnered guilt,
the meddling media
and fomenting fear.
Only those who have born
the loss can truly know
the pervasiveness
of adults illegally
taking their gross
pleasure
for a child’s
lifetime of grief.
