A Place for those who have no voice to be heard~
Over the past four years I have read many stories concerning parental child abduction and child neglect. I have spoken with countless parents and children who have endured more than what they should have at the hands of former spouses and parents. Innocence lost cannot by itself define the loss of trust stolen without remorse by the very hands once blessed to be their teacher, protector and one time partner in life. It is my deepest desire to provide a place for their hurts, pains, loves, and darkest moments in their lives to come out and feel the sunshine of truth in words.
You may ask, Why would there be darkness beyond the abduction years. The simple, yet tragic fact is that 'it' never goes away. For whatever reason, being kidnapped by one's parent is an ever open sore constantly being scratched open by a simple look in the mirror or in some cases, sighing their own name. Shared features like a name can be a prison within it self. When I began this journey the commonality between former victims was freedom and terror in knowing I was not alone! Years spent in mental isolation, or hell, lead me down many paths of misguided equilibrium. For those who have read my first book already see a pattern set in a young boy, that lead him (me) down night-fallen paths.
It has been through other victims courage, telling me their stories in confidence, I was able to allow an uncertain world in to mine. I have always been a fighter, both in the military and in my chosen professions. Inside a frightened little boy still cries out to rectify the wrong and unjust. In my own self journey to know who Kenneth Connelly Jr. was , I was able to free myself of that bondage forced upon me so many years ago. The wakes & ripples put in motion in your life can be calmed, and the waters made peaceful again. I hope, no I pray you will find my words encouraging through your own journey.
I have provided a place for your words, poems, lyrics, pictured art, and paintings. Feel free to send me these gifts that I might post them here for the world. I will not publish your name, unless you request it. Please consider this page, this small little web page of data to be your wall to come out of the darkness and feel the freedom of letting some of that blackness see the light. Again, I will not ever give out who you are, or where I obtained the material on this site page. I desire only to give you that which took me twenty five years to discover; a bit of peace.
In Light and Love,
Ken Connelly
Ken@Ken-Connelly.com
