He Stood As I Did, Tears Streaming Down His Face

To be without an audible way to express disgust and dismay,

puts clamps upon the Minds of Babes.

This is why we push you away.

Where does one find those words?

You know the ones that sound perverse?

When all we are is speaking truths of what you did to us at Two.

I split off when you did it to Me; A Snuff was my demise.

I jumped clean out of myself.

Terrified, afraid and very confused!

I screamed and yelled back at YOU!!

Then you,

the one who committed the act, the snuff.

You were gone, just like that,

 in less the minus time could or would count off such a crime

of driven hatred towards a child.

No one came, I stood alone, until I saw him.

Staring at one another, time lapsed.

He held himself poised and without threat.

 

I gazed upon my lifeless body.

Why was I dead on the floor?

A minute before it was the Basement of our Home.

Now, it seemed a cement grave for eternity

and yet, He, said, "No, only for ...."

What happened in those seconds in between?

He knew my turmoil, the one in the picture at the top of this post.

His face speaks volumes.

He shows the years of the silence I have kept.

It is the agony of such a tragedy that keeps me here.

It is love to Me!

I was shown that no matter the incident that pulls us together,

it is the solution that produces the offspring and gives you the ability to see your value.

 For all the grandeur of surviving such a horror will follow in Time.

And watched I am.

Carefully, warmly and with kindness,

from whom cared for this girl when all other beings abandoned my very small life,

for their own.

Safety comes when it is known to be "He."