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(Lights dim, single spotlight illuminates the speaker, dressed in simple attire. Voice starts trembling, building in intensity)

Can forgiveness mend
a childhood, mine 
fractured in the dark? 
Where the scars are a map, inked 
not just in flesh 
but deeper in my skin? The cold
hard floor remembered the day
innocence shattered begins.

Unspeakable gibbering 
these scars, are etched
not just in flesh but deeper in my soul. A childhood 
fractured
innocence shattered on a cold
hard floor 
by the hand 
that was meant to hold
the voice that should have adored.

"Father," a word twisted
weaponized in the dark of night. 
A legion of screams 
the sting of leather
a suffocating fright. Tears 
turned to rage 
then a hollow numbness 
a child's
silent plea 
lost in the raging storm 
forgotten
buried treasure seeking answers
a love I'd never see.

(Voice cracks, a groaning beat of silence)

School and Siblings, a mask 
a fragile smile to hide the battlefield within. 
Each fractured memory, a fragment 
a constant fight 
to keep the battles I'd win. Teachers 
oblivious, to the shadows I couldn't
outrun, The amalgam
Storgevore who terrorized me in dreams
the damage already done.

(Years bled into decades, a burden carried with every stride is implied)

Trust, a fragile bird
refused to take flight- love 
a river long denied. Relationships
poisoned 
potential choked by a past I couldn't erase
A prisoner
of my horrid history, 
forever 
trapped in that haunted dark, dank
basement space.

(Voice gains strength, a shift in tone)

And then 
a flicker 
a seed of defiance
a question that dared to sing. Yet
was I forever tethered to the chains
forged in that darkened room? Could I
reclaim my story
rewrite the ending of this pain? And, yet
would the scars forever bleed, keeping me
forever chained by Abaddon in blame and shame?

(Voice softens, with a newfound resolve)

The journey was arduous
a mountain to climb, tears
watering the way. In the storm of prayer 
a lighthouse emerged... (pause)
 
guiding lost souls to the baptismal bay. Afflatus: 
Forgiveness 
not for him 
but for me 
offered a chance 
at last, to breathe, A release 
from the grip of the past 
breaking the chains and finally being forever free.

(Voice reaches a powerful crescendo)

He may
never walk this path. Yet
the burden is no longer mine to bear. His actions
no longer define me, his darkness
cannot wear and tear my soul.

He'll never know the freedom of forgiveness- I choose
to extend. But
the power lies within me, a burden
I no longer intend to carry. His actions
don't define me, his darkness
cannot tarry. I rise
above the ashes
a mariposa bathed…. 
in the golden hope of dawn.

(Voice softens, a sense of peace settling in)

Yet, the scars remain, a testament
to battles fought and won. Yet
they no longer are spoken in pain; a new
song has begun. It's a song
of resilience 
of an indomitable life that wouldn't break. 
The Spirit’s promise
to finding forgiveness, not for him, but 
for my own soul 
for my beloved 
and for the flesh of our flesh’s sake.

(Lights slowly fade, leaving the speaker in a quiet strength)

Peace, as a fragile Mariposa 
takes flight 
wings shimmering in the light of the hope
of a new golden dawn.
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