Breaking the silence
Breaking the silence is more than many can bear,
Some would rather live in the depths of despair.
To bring shame to loved ones is no easy thing,
To burden them with guilt of not protecting.
Father will never look at his daughter the same way,
“But dad, I am still your daddy’s girl,
Forever and always.”
Breaking the silence is a burden for many.
To know that mothers will feel helpless,
Grief stricken and guilty.
Many will turn to drugs and alcohol,
To numb the pain and to forget.
But it never lasts, it’s only temporary,
And thus, the cycle is vicious and lonely.
Breaking the silence isn’t about “me too”,
And breaking the silence is never about you!
One day we may feel we have found our voice,
We want to shed the heaviness inside.
But we spiral further into a deep depression,
Not able to bring it up in any conversation.
Not today, instead I will keep it inside.
Maybe tomorrow I will find the strength,
To tell you something that you may not believe.
It’s not about you, but you still may grieve,
Of a childhood lost, of innocence gone.
Yet one by one, we see we are not alone,
Courage beckons and we come together,
Breaking the silence shall be our endeavour.