Confessions

By Kathryn Taylor

Listening to her confessions,

Of her secrets of abuse,

What was done, and what she did,

Leaving little to deduce-

Filling my head with pictures-

Visions I did not need-

Wondering what possesses

The sickness of such deeds-

I feel my heart's been raped,

Filthy, never coming clean-

Can't get rid of what I've heard-

Will justice ever convene?

How do I help her heal,

When I want to run and hide?

How do I keep the trust,

So she'll continue to confide?

God, help me to release it,

All of it, up to You,

Then help me to gently guide her,

So she can release it, too-

May forgiveness flood us both,

So we aren't consumed with hate,

And as the healing comes,

May the memories dissipate-

May all these evil deeds

Be washed in the blood of the lamb,

Setting her forever free

From the life of the damned-

Amen

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