Without Mercy

Without Mercy

© 2003 Cáit Finnegan

Without Mercy what would I be?
At least more whole, from what I see.
The blind eye turned away from me
While I trusted innocently.

young cait

Without Mercy what would I be?
Secure, I’m sure, or hope I’d be.
My innocence was raped from me
By Mercy, sacrilegiously.

Without Mercy what would I be?
Joyful, and aging peacefully!
I wonder what is left of me,
to fight for life courageously?

Without Mercy what would I be?
A Roman Catholic, possibly!
I have my Faith to set me free
From Mercy and its company.

Clearly, Mercy in this poem refers to the Sisters of Mercy, and not the Mercy of God, which has indeed helped me as I heal, so that today I intend to spend my old age speaking out without fear so others do not have to live the pain as I did, affecting all whom I loved.   I will live my old age encouraging the nuns to face reality and grow up.  I am at peace, and I’d like to see more of that for victims, survivors and for abusers as well–all to heal.

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~ by caitfinnegan on May 13, 2014.

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