As God Is My Witness
Carol Ann Conlin, author
A trust is stolen, betrayed. A time of innocence is gone. ?How could one say such terrible things to a child, not yet a teen, not yet a woman?? How could one commit to such horrific deeds? One carried a little lamb, a sleep to an evil lair. The little lamb awoke outside the entrance. Her body trembled from within, struggling to awaken from the monster in the night. The monster in the night laid her in his berth. The lamb begged to let her go, her coffin beaconing from afar. The lamb tried to call out, her mouth opened wide. Her voice is frozen in time, not a sound, not a breath, only tears of horror and of shame remain. The lamb, betrayed in body and in trust, screamed silently into the night. No one answered her, no one heard, and no one cared.