Coming Awake
For anyone finding their voice
A season of hell,
A long suffering night,
The coldest and darkest,
Gone is my light.
The misery, the silence,
The terrible dreams,
All is hopeless,
Or so, it would seem.
The loneliness, the wondering,
Heartbreak and grief,
Buried in despair,
Only emptiness beneath.
The winter has lasted,
And lasted for years.
Long seasons of sorrow,
A lifetime of tears.
One small crack,
A light breaks free,
A new path appears,
Oddly, the way is in me.
What if I tell?
Oh no, I couldn't.
What if I shared?
Oh, you really shouldn't.
But the thought remains.
What if victims shared?
What if we used our power?
What if abusers were scared?
So perpetrators beware:
We've had enough of the lies.
It's the time of survivors,
And now we rise.