Please read this poem, it is very difficult to write.
Choirboy
The smell of incense still revolts,
dragging back to the day.
Deep dark secrets never spoken,
under the threat of ridicule and pain.
I was once an altar boy.
very proud of my grandparents,
Roman Catholics, both of them,
the preisthood, then I called.
But in the darkness of the church,
evil lurks, no escape.
Do not talk to anyone,
even with your parents or even God.
I knew that bad, I am ashamed,
I tried to tell my parents.
Not me, no sympathy
just punishment for my penance.
My life was hard, took this
I have tried every place you go.
I speak these words, not with malice,
But to get that off my chest.
If that can happen to a guy like me
It can happen to others.
Pay me no cure,
leave this agony can go.
I, like many hundred, if not thousands of people were battered, raped and assaulted by priests during the 60s. I have never said publicly this time, it is my testimony and confession
I know this letter took a lot of courage, Steve. I hope that given some peace of mind. I too was an altar girl. We had a couple of priests, among them an altar boy abused by another church. Luckily I was not present and did not know him until a few years later, when he was captured. Sorry for all the shame and suffering endured.
"The smell of revolts Insensé yet … absolutely.
Nice poem and accompanied by a real sense …. and my heart is with you …:)
Stunning. The Christian Church, even to this day refuses and abetting. In Ireland, as well as the usual sexual abuse, who ran the slave labor for personal laundry single mothers. You can put that one to a few rotten apples. On all the time convoluted shebang was sold to compensate victims around the world. If I were you Steve, I put this question every day of my life in the Yahoo Religion as a warning to those who leave their children alone with these traders Mumbo Jumbo
How do you feel now Steve? No longer a secret. You have publicly stated that the blame where it belongs. However, you need not to confess because he did not commit any crime against another human being. Put the blame where it belongs and let it remain there. Rape and sexual abuse also occurs outside of the powerful Catholic church. Priests were protected in the 60s. Gradually, it is taking by force of hiding long gowns. Cult patients with tunics. Now take a trip back as an adult this time, except this time say no. Trust me it is liberating. As a child who can not say no, but as an adult who can. In the adults who protect them. Rotten SOB that can never hurt again.
Bravo, Steve!
Sending both the poem and your explanation was very courageous. You've taken a huge step towards a happier future.
We must never forget the past, but we can agree with him. You may find that change is slow in coming (or not), but her writing has opened the door!
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When you were a child, you responded like a child. Now that you're a man, do what they can and to heal yourself. It was not your fault. Let the person go wrong facts. Do what is best for you to be the best you can be this day forward. Get help if needed. Carry no shame. You are everything! From this day forward, enjoying his life …. and God bless.
this is too good
This is good and probably cathartic. It's so sad, but it's part of our earthly experience. Our parents were really into child sexual abuse and who were raised in the 50s. If adults and children came to us, but we ran to our parents who always believed and took care of it. We were also warned to stay away from certain people, and he heard rumors, and lo and behold, it all came out years later … I know what it means to be addressed, but I ran like hell … was prevented is a plus. I pray for peace on his soul through and also see the good that has been in his life and alleviating pain.
Under my poor poet must be very hard to write this, I also wrote a poem about me and what's going through my life. This poem is too hard, I feel the pain, the anguish that this poem is written in bass. Now … Life must continue, focused on their future, that this poem that his key to freedom.
wow ….
I feel your pain …
I hope you feel better now that you'vegotten out and told people.
he had to have real value, my friend.
peace and love always brother.
your eternal friend,
and fellow poet,
kayde
Thanks for writing this, to share and get out. It is an amazing poem and I feel it had to happen. Keep writing!
i have no words is even more amazing i love it more.
Testimony? Yes Confession? No. You have nothing to "confess." You were abused by an adult in a position of authority. You do not believe in anything unusual.
A man who in the early seventies, who grew up in Venice, Italy. He also was an altar boy. He was also raped by a priest. According to him, all children were altar.
Child abuse by priests is nothing new, and is not confined to any country or any century.
I believe you.
Sorry for your pain.
All that is being written in iambic pentameter, usually rhyme, so it did not seem to flow without rhyme. . Add a few syllables here and there. Or rhyme, but slightly. Who were able to do this in the following lines (parents and penance), and was very effective:
I knew that bad, I am ashamed,
I tried to tell my parents.
Not me, no sympathy
just punishment for my penance.
So here's how to slightly alter another stanza to keep that pattern:
My life was hard, took this
I have tried every place you go.
I speak these words, not with malice,
But, as catharsis. (instead of "But that out of my chest.")
Just my thoughts. Great topic for a poem, but I feel I had this experience.
Steve, are you serious? You only like 2 or less in 1960. The oldest that could be 7 or less was in mid-1960. Now, it is written with honesty, or are you writing from memory of a child?