The fear never ends. Little girl waits quietly praying he will not.. come to her room again. She closes her eyes and prays To her higher power. To help her escape. To the Ivory tower of her mind.. that takes away the painful times. That lets her forget the shame.. of having to plead with Daddy again. Sometimes he will not let her mind escape.. Leaving her to feel all the pain ... all the hate... Leaving her body to suffer her heart to ache. When he is done.. he covers her up.. He leans over and says --good night buttercup. He leaves the room.. She is alone now All alone in her pink room of hell .. At one time a little girl.... Now an empty shell. With every invasion into her small body did go.. little by little a young fragile soul.
A soul-wrenching write about a subject that many of us are too well aware of. Thank you for having the strength to share this. Love and peace, Regis.
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on November 14, 2003
Erica....nothing puts me into a rage than this incident that goes on in so many homes all over the world..God is watching....that's all I can say....He said " Woe be to the one who harms even one hair on one of my little one" ( not perfect quote...I cant recall it) but how wonderful for you to write about this and bring it out into the open..your words pierced my heart...tears.......floria
Heart wrenching for those who have witnessed it. I ask myself over and over where are the mothers. I am told I should not be angry, I am told I should allow myself emotional involved. I wonder where is the humanity as I destroy the heavy bag with punches until my arms ache and my heart quits weeping.
Steve
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