Embrace

I embrace all of me. Good. Bad. All in between. 

The Dark. The Light…

Someone said aloud that I should be ashamed by my story. Which leads this Gentle Soul to believe that whomever implied this is the one that is really ashamed. 

For doing what she did to me. In The Dark. In The Quiet. 

Though one would argue that Sexual Assault is the loudest cry heard by God. 

As I have said before, God heard the cry of one of his Angels that night. 

Retribution will be swift. A horde of Demons released upon those responsible. For this Angel is protected by her own. Fellow Angels. Demons. And God.