Come What May!

Does anyone hear me when I start to speak?

Or is my voice, just way to weak?

Do I shout out loud, the things I say?

Is there really any other way?

To make it clear the pain he dealt,

Not just to me, but those he felt.

The innocent children, with whom he lived,

It all really happened, Yes It did!

He raped and abused, because he could,

We all know now, he never should.

A grown up man, with a child so young,

Destroyed our lives before they'd begun.

But we will expose him, we all will tell,

I hope, I can do this really well.

Make it clear, just what he did,

To me, when I was just a kid.

My sister abused, raped as well,

Her story for her, I hope to tell.

The innocent children of today,

We need to protect come what may.

We need to make sure, these people are stopped,

Before someone else's life is topped.

The pain it causes, hard to bear,

A simple little mask we'll all wear.

We'll hide our pain from all to see,

Until the darkness comes, to you and me.

Then the nightmares, flashbacks, and the dreams,

Life isn't as easy as it seems.

The pain and heartache of a child Abused,

The feelings of always being used.

One day they all will find their way,

To tell their stories, come what may!

I have just written this poem, as I sit here after a flashback! I woke early this morning but then decided to go back to sleep for a while... big mistake I know that now... In the flashback this morning I was calling for help as he beat me.. no one heard my cries and no one came to help me!

We as a society MUST do something to stop this happening to childen today.. it is no doubt happening right now behind some closed doors, somewhere.. maybe Your Neighbour? Your Friend? Your Uncle? Your Work Colleague... who knows what a paedophile looks like? Do they display certain characteristics that make them easy to spot in a crowd? NO... they look just like you and I.... making it very hard to tell who is a danger to our children..