Powerless

I wish I had the power to go back in time and change the past. Not for me... I'm sure there are reasons for everything that has happened in my life, regardless of whether I understand it right now or not. But for a few other people in my life, who's souls were fractured by the disgusting and cruel actions of other people. People in their lives who they trusted. People who they thought they knew. People who manipulated them and stole from them and hurt them deeper then any of us could ever wish on anyone. Who stole their childhoods. I wish I could take away their pain. Take away not only the actions of those people who did it to them, but also the actions of the other people in their lives. Their family, their friends, their peers. The people who turned on them. Who blamed them, who didn't believe them, who pretended not to understand, who felt they had to take sides, who ridiculed them, who alienated them. When they needed compassion and help and trust and understanding and most importantly love, instead they received cold shoulders, ridicule and fear. I wish I could hug them and hold them and tell them that I had the power to give them back what was stolen. To unfracture their souls, to heal their hurts. I wish I could spare them the anguish and pain they feel every day trying to make sense of something that has no rhyme or reason. Trying to make sense of something that doesn't make sense.

But instead I sit here powerless.