Such a time as this: #MeToo
Such a surprise.
Such a day I could not fathom as ever coming.
Such a thing so incredible to see
and hear and read about.
They are older now.
Both women and men.
They now tell their stories
after so much time has long passed.
Each had felt the shock.
Each had felt the fear.
Each had felt the shame.
Each had been powerless.
Each had hidden those moments.
Those long, long seconds in time.
Many had tried to find a place.
Maybe a real place.
Maybe a place they had been in
only in their minds.
Somewhere to somehow rest.
Somewhere to somehow be in safety.
Will it happen again?
Will it happen today?
Will someone not help?
Their minds ask over and over again.
Their mind’s constant agony.
I must hurry to hide.
I must hurry.
But no door will keep me safe, I know.
Not even a locked one.
God help me, the door does not lock.
Days have turned into years.
Years have turned into more years.
A poor memory has become a blessing.
An even poorer one is much longed for.
We all have our stories.
We all have our hardships.
We all have our pains.
No family can bring me comfort.
No person can bring me comfort.
Only God can help me.
Because He has always helped me.
Each and every time.
In darkness, He had comforted me.
In silence, He had sat with me.
God continues to pull me through.
He continues to give me hope.
He continues to show His love for me.
He continues to help me to live again.
“For I have given rest to the weary
and joy to the sorrowing.”
~ Jeremiah 31:25