Echoes from the shadows

The story long kept secrets for three decades running. In fearful anticipation it would go away come one bright sunny morning. The fearful five year old girl that lived in a thirty year old woman. Sleeps eludes her day in day out, year in year out, doctor said its insomnia, mother said it was inherited but only her knew the shallow smiles, cautious glances and the deeply pronounced frowns were masks to hide the hurt, the guilt and the feeling of betrayal tearing at her heart. How could you explain to a five year old girl that mum and dad wont be together again because mum became a christian and dad being a muslim cannot swallow the humiliation. The girl has to leave with an aunt whose husband finds pleasure in helping her solve algebra sitting on his laps and his other hands busy under dress. Of the threat of being killed should anyone hear. The accusations of being seduced by a five year old, and the guilt of doing something bad with uncle. The pain,the shame of all with the rejection of coming from a broken home. In frantic search of love falling into wrong hands of deceitful men who more than hurt her beyond words. Every tear shed and pain felt made her a determined but fearful lady . Determined to keep on in life and get it right. Fearful uncle's voice would come out of the shadows from her past and tear down her resolve. Always misinterpreted when she goes in search of companioniship. Her stories rejected by people who should believe her. Her mistakes seen by others as a chance to get back at her, glare at her and show her she's such a mistake. And when she dares speak all turn against to know why she she thinks she has the right to talk or to be happy. In trying to help others she knows she first must help herself, to come out of the shadows she has to shed light on past dark and dreary. The girl within must allow the woman be. To help others like her get liberated from the dark prison. Step by step shes taking the step to achieve it all
alas this girl tis I! The woman that cuddled the fearful girls to reassuring calm me it is! For now i know to bury some hatchets means danger some. For now I know NO ONE SPEAK FOR ME I SPEAK FOR MYSELF! WITH MORE VOLUME,MORE COURAGE,MORE SUPPORT!