She was a young, innocent child.
The whole world at her fingertips.
She’d be able to do anything
She’d want once she grew up.
He was a father figure, adult.
She was once his whole world.
He was someone she always respected.
He was someone she always loved.
She was sleeping in her bed,
Until one night he started visiting.
She was deep in her sleep.
She would be woken by touching.
He would come in and touch
In her bed, in surrounding darkness
He would rub her, kiss her.
He would grab her, abuse her.
She was sexually abused, alone, pained.
Nobody to turn to or help.
She didn’t know what to do.
She felt stuck, paralyzed, and broken.
He kept secrets, so did she.
Money and fear kept her quiet.
He paid for toys, books, clothing.
He hurt her body and mind.
She could get all the books.
Wear all the newest fashion styles,
She played with all the toys.
She got everything she asked for.
He didn’t want anyone to know,
Secrets he withheld from everyone possible.
He only told his little girl.
He didn’t care about her pain.
She carried his heavy secret alongside,
The secret weight thousands of pounds.
She couldn’t carry the secret anymore.
She couldn’t drop down from exhaustion.
He burdened her with him secret.
A secret he couldn’t have kept.
He would scare her into silence.
He would punch, choke, and slap.
She would cower, choke, and weep.
His hands were like sharp steal.
She would watch her skin swell.
She would wear marks and bruises.
He would make her body flinch.
One way or another, she’s silent.
He would hit her or touch.
He always stayed with her body.
She wanted to stop being strong.
To finally be able to drop,
She wanted to take a break,
She wanted to get some help.
They came on Saturday to help.
She was free, he was stopped.
They came to relieve her pain.
They came to help a child.