Guilty

The vile wind has stopped in place
Silvery raindrops hang unfallen
Your confession remains unspoken
And your silence fills this space

A space that time has left untouched
Unlike your once innocent victims
Their childhood broken at your hand
The pain of it now unhushed

How many wander through each hour
Gingerly dodging the frozen rain
Listening for the words you lack
Waiting release from your power

A power abused for too many years
To shroud your fiendish wants
Silenced by means of cunning force
By preying on childish fears

It is time to admit what you've done
To let the rain fall where it may
To cool the wounds of those you harmed
And give a fresh start to everyone.

© 2012  Gina Locke