For the Lost Boys

Note by Belinda


At our writers group meeting on Tuesday, Susan Starrett, shared a powerfully written piece of slam poetry that she wrote, on a video that is now on You Tube. It tackles the topic of the sexual abuse.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Such a painful subject. Although, I don't agree on always telling others - depends who the "other" is. Is telling going to help the situation or hurt more people. Ex: telling a mother that a neighbour abused a child once - when the neighbour is gone and the mother is already facing emotional challenges and fears. Will it change what happened? Will it make the mother feel worse about herself and being a "good mother"? Hard call. More important - God knows - and He is our avenger.
4:46 AM
Brave Raven said…
What a powerful piece. God bless those that are on this journey. May they find their healing in the God of all comfort.
8:56 AM
Belinda said…
Anon, your comment is arriving on Mother's Day and you write about protecting our mothers by keeping silent. You are right, we all weigh the cost to others of speaking up. People close to me haven't, even in my own family. Is that wrong? It can't be. Speaking up can be an act of healing, but maintaining the power to choose is a right that shouldn't be taken away, even in theory. The journey belongs to the one who is walking it.
10:03 AM
Anonymous said…
I choose to be silent about my abuse, perhaps like the first commenter. I don't keep silent because of guilt or to protect the guilty - but to protect the innocent. I always think that when we tell something we need to weigh the outcome. Will it make the person you tell have a better relationship with God - or is it to make me feel better - or punish the other person? That is God's job.
3:34 AM
Belinda said…
Anonymous, thank you for your comment. I'm sorry that your past included the pain of abuse. Choosing how to respond for yourself, seems to me to be so important.
10:11 PM
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