Survivors' Story

The Cry of Innocence
~ Stormy Gale

Knit together in a moment of lust, nine months later being thrust out into the world without a choice. Neglected, hated, abused and tortured, tattered torn, and raped; how often I have ached and cried to GOD for some intervention or miraculous escape. No enlightenment, no accolades, not even one kind or loving touch. To ask for a little kindness out of life, was that just too much? All kinds of kin, but no one cared to come and rescue me. One by one they die, leaving me behind, as I struggle to be Free. What happened to my journey? I had so many great and Godly plans ... to grow, to love, to rise above, to gain freedom from their insane demands. Grandpa, Dad, brothers, uncles, and cousins played the game of let me do you in, and when I cried out for someone\'s help, I was branded by their sin. You cant begin to feel the pain, you\'ll never know the feeling. The cries, the prayers, the screams within, the innocence they were killing. I would have called it sweeter to live in a dungeon or to be locked up without food, than to have lived this live so full of strife that no one would approve. Where was a Dad that tucked me in or a Mom that brushed my hair, or a brother that protected me from some bully down the street? Where was a sister that laughed and played, well then how about an uncle, an aunt, or cousin? Anyone would do! The fact is no one was there without the insanity\'s they were selling. Incest is a dirty word when your the one that\'s telling! Locked within, spurned without, and branded all alone. I plead \"Does someone care?\" and \"Are you there?\" As Life handed me a disconnected phone. As a little girl, I adored my Mom. I worshiped her, but she hated me severely, it was plain to see her contempt for me as on my head glasses would be broken. My Dad must have been kin to Hitler, my brother, stalked me daily; I ran, I hid, I begged, I screamed, but no one came to save me. Where were you?