Trauma

Swept away by thoughts of child abuse long ago and today details fade, emotions are buried deep under ice, soil, rock a house of cards always ready to cave in secrets residing inside the walls fear, all young victims know bodies and souls becoming numb hollow eyes too weary to cry my heart breaks for each child my eyes cry their tears their tears deep inside run dry bodies mature and grow in despair but souls stagnate, remaining in the past the Lord will hear their prayers if they release the words admit to powerlessness over their pain I would embrace every hurting child if only I could in defense, the inner child pushes love away life is disassociation from emotion the agony entangled on a cellular level at the core of their being finding comfort in a paralyzed life hiding from the world the walls bulit around them more like mountains snow capped mountains frozen in time a fortress to protect the heart pretending not to care living on the edge of wild nights and dangerous encounters in daylight, living in dark rooms like nocturnal creatures suffering, feeling alive wearing scars like a suit of armor I wonder if the spiritual or physical pain is worse victims are not their pain lives entangled in sorrow are capable of growth with God's sustainance Will they know love? I must have hope as I pray everyday