Gone

I'm down at the bottom of a well,

  Far away from you and the question. 

This is not something you talk about

  Like an everyday conversation

Did he hit you? From so far away

  You don't understand, it's not a 

Whether he did or didn't, it's not

  About what happened or didn't 

He stole something from me and

  Those are gone, a deeper violation

Then can be imagined or explained

  In a simple yes or no, talking about it

Is complicated, a place I have to be

  Willing to visit, and I have done so

Not knowing what would be asked,

  Surrounded by the witnesses of those

Who have no voice because it was taken

  And still is taken, as I watch on the 

Sidelines, reporting when I can, holding,

  Talking to those still in with the abuse

Casual conversation doesn't meet the 

  Dignity of a human soul, so treat it

More like the sacred story, of someone

  Who lost it all in order to find everything