Book I: Through Darkness and Thorns
Chapter III: How Could You
Take My Song Away
November 24, 1997
I have no idea where to begin to shape this wax, to express, to be in touch with this old grief. I was a young boy, 11 years old - 47 years ago. Such a long time to carry old feelings and images of perpetrators. How could YOU let this happen to your child? How could a teacher use his friendliness, my trust, his seemingly authentic desire to mentor me? BUT NO. You didn’t take away my song, my strength, my love.
How do the words and music pin together to tell my story?
They didn’t take away my song.
Wishes made each and every day
Dreams are possible so many people say
We send out our wishes to see if they come true
They thought
They could take my song away
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REPARING MY WORLD
Once an old story held my attention. Now I don't need it.
A page from the Poetry and Quilt Square Books
of The Child Abuse Survivor Monument
