(Written from the perspective of a child who has experienced abuse)
I close my eyes and imagine butterflies
As you ravage my fragile frame
My beautiful colors weep and seep out, splattered across the canvas
In the pull and push of your dirty desire.
My tiny hands struggle and writhe
Trying to shake away the demon that breathes fire on my neck
The grey engraves its name and mocks my bright extravagant colors
My back too fragile to bear the weight of your sin as your grasp tears my intricate wings
They bleed till all that’s left is darkness and hollow hope
As I sit in my lightless abyss, tattered, broken and begging for redemption
I wonder if you ever close your eyes and imagine butterflies
Can you imagine me when I was being fearfully and wonderfully made?
Can you imagine my perfect cherubic face?
Can you imagine my sacred body made with rainbows, colors and the sweetest melodies?
Can you imagine the fire of His wrath?
The fury of His retribution
And then… my furrowed brows give way to laughter
And I sleep to His euphonious singing in a cocoon of clouds because
I know as surely as my God lives
There will be a day when you will close your eyes and try to imagine butterflies
But all you will see are moths of destruction and evanescent light
Because butterflies, colors and justice are reserved for tiny angels
whose God always answers.
By Rebecca Edwin
Rebecca is a senior manager for an US bank. A feminist and a seeker of the promised abundant life . She is very interested in traveling the world, music and writing. Rebecca also believes that kindness, compassion and bold love can change the world especially for children and animals.