We are all world overcomers in one form or another. Life has a way of dealing out trials and then lays them down at our feet. How we choose to handle these trials is who we will become. I wrote this poem a couple of years ago to help all of the world overcomers rise above abuse. I was an abused child. For years I felt all alone until I began to study statistics and talk about it openly. It is funny how people who have been through similar circumstances started coming out from under the cracks. No one wants to talk about it until they have someone who will understand. That is where I come in because I am willing to talk about it so others can. What I mean is, if someone does not make people aware of their abuse then no one will feel comfortable coming out with their feelings. Let me give you a few statistics on child abuse. The numbers are staggering. Children need love, cherishing, and protection. Instead, they go through hell in a world they no longer trust.
As reported by Childhelp
Every year more than 3.6 million referrals are made to child protection agencies involving more than 6.6 million children (a referral can include multiple children).’ Yearly, referrals to state child protective services involve 6.6 million children, and around 3.2 million of those children are subject to an investigated report. In 2014, state agencies found an estimated 702,000 victims of child maltreatment. This would pack 10 modern football stadiums. I did not write this post to tell you about child abuse although I do want you to have some brief information on it. I am writing to tell you that you are all world overcomers. You can rise above absolutely anything that has happened to you.
Abuse will affect you and will change who you could have been inside. But at the same time, it will make you stronger. I was a timid child. My sister would listen for me, and I would talk for her. In a way, we were inseparable because we felt a need to protect each other. At least that is my opinion of my life with my younger sister. We grew up watching my dad abuse our mom. But it wasn’t until I was 30 years old that I began to remember what had happened to me. I won’t go into the details because abuse is abuse. It affects a persons life no matter what kind it is. I never did use this abuse as a crutch to get attention or as an excuse to feel sorry for myself. When I did begin to remember I sought help and started working through it.
Skimming the cream off
Working through abuse is a lifelong process. I describe it like skimming the cream off of the top of a bucket of cows milk. We milk the cow and put the milk into a bucket. The milk then sits in the bucket, and the cream comes to the top. We skim the cream off of the top and make butter. We continue to do this until we have removed enough cream. This is what it is like to work through abuse. You skim a problem off the top so another problem can surface and continue to do this your whole life. You become more healthy as you complete each process of skimming. I wrote this poem to depict the fear and feel of abuse and how it affects a persons life. There are times when you will feel like everything is swelling and rushing around you. These are the times when the cream is coming to the top of the bucket. It is time to work through more feelings when they culminate in your life.
Life mirrors the vast waters
The rushing waters reach the ocean where it is calm again. But if you don’t keep your head above the water, you will drown while you are processing the effects of your past that affect your feelings today. You work and work intermittently all of your life and one day you find that you have risen above the issues and realize how incredible you are. It feels complicated when you are in the middle of the problems. I have been through this process for many years, and I am here to tell you that it does get better. When I could keep my head above water I could see myself as one of the world overcomers. Then I could see my gifts and my potential in life.
This is where you come into the picture. Some of you will be willing to admit abuse because you have worked through it. But some of you are hiding behind it so you can hang onto the pain and suffering. The pain and suffering give you an excuse to be angry and not forgive yourself. I’m not talking about forgiving the abuser but rather forgiving yourself. It takes this self-forgiveness to find your real potential and place in this world. I am not trying to make you angry or offend you. I am giving you hope to move forward and grow. Let me put this a different way. Fear is debilitating. Everyone in this world has fear, and some have more than others. If you are an abused child, you may use the past pain to hide behind, so you won’t have to face the fear of something new. I believe I used the pain to cover the fear until I was 30 years old and made the decision to work through the issues. Can you identify with this thought process? You may think my actions and thoughts are unsympathetic. This is not true. I went through this same thing and am one of the world overcomers. You can be a world overcomer also. Have you have been stuck in the same job, and you talk about how unhappy you are or how you can’t do anything else? You don’t know any other way. This is hockey puck! You can do anything you set your mind to do.
World overcomers rise above abuse
You are one of the overcomers of this world. You have made it this far and are still alive. Use this problem as a way to gain strength, not as a crutch. Step out of your comfort zone and your fear. Do not use fear and abuse as a shield to keep you where you are. When I rose out of the depts of the water, I realized I was to write. What is your calling? What are you destined to do? You may not be a Shakespeare or a Vincent van Goh, but you are destined for greatness. You can say you are one of the world overcomers like myself and rise again. If I can be of any assistance to you, please leave a comment. I am here to help in any way I can.