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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Escape (01/02/06)

TITLE: Taken, by Joy
By Theresa Veach


All the tears fallen the ocean canít contain
Painful memories taunt me try to make me go insane
When Iím alone in the dark You are my only spark
Iím nothing but ashes from the inescapable lashes--

By those who had me taken in Your name.

Just a child, lured and beguiled
By church-attending pedophiles
Where my innocence was taken leaving me violently forsaken
Terrified, naked and bleeding from the lies--

That I, the child, was the one to blame.

All thatís left of me is You
My only prayer is that somehow Iíll get through
All the nightmares of sexual sin holding me captive within
Keeping me locked inside myself by a rape I could never escape--

Until finally I cried out and You came.

I pray and I fast that the nightmares wonít last
They do subside but only for a season, make sense of this, give me a reason
For the injustices I endured I need to be reassured
And set free from-- the need to get numb--

By using alcohol to escape all the shame.

Though very unsteady, Lord You know I am ready
To let you wash away my disgust and to give me strength to trust
In You and in Your power to help me escape those dark hours
For when You enter in daybreak slowly begins--

To warm and to heal all of my pain.

Thank-you dear Lord for sending me a friend
By You, through her, I believe Iím now on the mend
Because Iím learning to make the unspoken, spoken
Now Iím not nearly as lost or as broken--

Still, I canít breathe from the memories that remain.

Some victims taken to this dark side, end their misery in suicide
That kind of death I was barely spared
But only because You, my friend, and my then unborn child cared
Enough to love me and to give me hope--

For one last final escape from hellís unmerciful chains.

Through desperation and my need to know love
I found You, You who brings good things from heaven above
Good things like the true meaning of shalom
Noting missing, nothing broken, the safe haven of home--

Where there I can count every trial as gain.

Like Your Son, I now have scars, but only He could bend back the bars
Of my thoughts that once held me prisoner to pain--now my mind is set free under His reign.
Some days Iíve learned to escape the memories
Of being taken by manís most selfish ploy, so please Jesus have me now taken by joyó

For only by Jesus will my joy be set free and only by Jesus will my joy be sustained!

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Jan Ackerson 01/10/06
"All that's left of me is You." Those 7 little syllables speak volumes.

This poem is beautiful. Even though the meter is irregular, it worked for me with the topic. Your word choices were superb, and the emotion of this heart's prayer were very evident. Fine piece of writing; thank you.
Sandra Petersen 01/12/06
This describes so well the feelings of the child that has been violated and left to blame self for the one time or continual abuse. You captured well the shame, the need to be silent, the escape into self-destructive habits or addictions. Thank you for pointing to the hope and freedom in Christ.
One of my favorite lines: "For only by Jesus will my joy be set free and only by Jesus will my joy be sustained!"
Victims of sexual abuse need the wisdom and hope of this poem!
Thank you for broaching a difficult topic.
Linda Watson Owen01/14/06
Such an honest portrayal of the grief of being victimized. Thank Goodness for the Light of our Creator who can bring us to Victory through those tunnels of darkness.