"When I write stories I am like someone who is in her own country, walking along streets that she has known since she was a child, between walls and trees that are hers." --Natalia Ginsburg

Sunday, 5 May 2013



As a child,
I danced, I laughed, I loved,
A darkness came
A choice was given---- and taken,
By someone who said they loved me
Paralyzed by fear and shame
My young heart ached,
 If only I could destroy the darkness…
If only I could rip down and tear apart,
 the shame and rage,
 That holds my heart in so tight a grip,
My every breath and love --is measured
‘Dear God,’ I cried...
Forgive--my child’
A choice is given---and taken
I lift my heart to the mercy of God,
I forgive
Ever so gently..so sweetly
I am enfolded in the arms and heart of God
 And in the light of His love
The shame and  fear is damned
The darkness falls and dies forever
Once again,
I love, I sing with Joy
…and I dance
--Dianne Annie Ness

I wrote the poem to share my journey from the fear and sadness of  sexual abuse to the great love and redemption of God through the joy of forgiveness. Please do not be sad for me--rejoice with me that the God of love can redeem our hearts and lives and make us whole when we have been hurt. God has given me more through this journey of forgiveness than was ever taken from me.

 I want to send a message of hope to those who have been hurt—there is healing and wholeness.

( The man who hurt me is deceased—he was a trusted adult who frequented our home. I will not drag his name into this as he cannot hurt anyone else, I also do not want to bring shame to his name or family and with God’s love and grace I have forgiven him.  Please feel free to share--as it may encourage someone else).

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