Bless me Father
for I have sinned,
its been two weeks since my last confession;
to the priest,
the police,
my mother.
Confessions of holy hands fondling unholy places,
and my evil treacherous body
responding in ways that it never should have.
Confessions of sweaty skin
grabbing and indulging
breaking vows
and spewing threats of eternal damnation
to keep my mouth shut!
It’s been two weeks and a day
since I’ve been called a liar ,
a confused and trouble kid
who misinterprets touch and cannot cope with affection,
confusing innocent paths on the backside,
as what?
innocent pats on the backside?
Two weeks since i became a freak
an easy target for bullies
a joke
an untouchable.
whose shadow no one wanted to walk in,
all because he touched me,
brushed me,
raped me…
In the stillness of confession
where sins are spoken
and forgiveness should be had,
all i felt was guilt and shame…
Guilt for allowing a father;
a man of God,
the manifestation of saints on Earth…
to have me in the most carnal,
brutal way,
I feel ashamed
because some persons believed
that it was my fault,
that i attracted him,
but he should know better,
should be held at a higher standard.
Yet secret societies
are more concerned about keeping silence,
and protecting the church
than exposing crime and abuse,
abuse of the body
mind,
spirit.
In the sanctity of the sacristy
I was stripped down to nothing
and no amount of settlement
can give me back
what was taken from me.
Your courage is awesome.
Your writing so clear
The Imagery’s not doubtful
I am so glad you’re here!
lolollooll….. thank you so much….