A Child's Survival
by Aria Le Aven
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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An allegory of a child’s prayers for guidance as she attempts to cope with the constant threat of repeated sexual abuse.
A Childs Survival
In the heaviness of cold black night,
The road twists and turns before me,
With no hint of where it leads.
Monster wolves howl and scream in the distance, coming closer.
Angry trees loom far above me,
Stretching their gnarled and twisted limbs to entangle me.
I must keep walking.
The acrid stench of fear sickens and overwhelms me.
I can feel the wolves near me. Facing me as I walk toward them.
Their breath hot on my throat. Coarse fur grazes my naked thigh.
Their yellow eyes glow menacingly in the sinister darkness.
Their lips curl, a savage smile, aroused by my terror.
So eager for me to fall, to fail. Eager to consume me.
Their growls rumble from deep within their bellies.
My mind screams. Please help me!! I know their intentions.
I must keep walking.
Fear clutches my throat, strangling me.
I cannot breathe. My heaving chest burns.
I want to rest, to stop, to go back. I must breathe!
My sight wavers, but a moment, searching for safety.
I stumble, and am instantly overtaken,
Fear releases my throat, and I scream as sharp claws rip my belly.
I beg for your protection. "God! God! Where are you?"
The wolves retreat. In silence, I cover my shame and wrap my wounds.
I must keep walking
If I cry, they will devour me. God, please comfort me. .
If I turn back, they will devour me. God! Where are you?
If I stop, they will devour me. Dear God! I need you with me!
If I run they will devour me. Please God, please find me.
I must keep walkingI must keep walking
Aria LeAven 11/11/95
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|Reviewed by William DeVault
|Stirring and wrenching. Please, continue to speak out, to write, to publish. For your sake, and for ours. And for those who can not, dare not, speak out.|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Powerful imagery and metaphor make this poem very effective. Thank you for sharing it, Aria. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by J M
|You have captured old memories for me in this poem.... Heartbreaking!!!!
He may not seem to be there but he is always near. Welcome to AD
|Reviewed by Rusty Daily
|The use of the metaphorical wolves was excellent. A very moving write
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
You invoke and evoke powerful emotions and expressions in this incredible and spectacular prose poem..
Have no fear, God is always with you
And the darkest hour is just before dawn..
Walk on with style and aplomb..