Bedroom forts
sheet strung ports
cotton mansions hide
Youthful thoughts
spinning bottle tops
corner forts we find
Childhood plays
glass slipper days
Cinderella's mine
First kiss blues
boy friend's move
child's love is blind
darker side of truth . . .
Youthful days
memories fade
hidden from our mind
Monsters prey
tainted play
secrets family's hide
Tear stained face
memories race
childhood
dies . . .
Author notes
[16.17 miles]
That's how close my family has moved him [the predator] . This week I found out my parents moved them here to care for them and make their lives enjoyable. HERE … MY SAFE PLACE! Once again not thinking of protecting their little girl, telling my siblings this decision [they felt] should be [good enough] to make all involved happy, they wouldn't after all be sleeping in the family home - just visiting it!
For many of us who've had our memories tainted by someone - you'd understand when I say FUCK [good enough] !
It will never be good enough!
I've been working on this piece for awhile and now since this news has filled my head the last couple of days . . . well it's changed directions [for now]
This painting is the property of : [PlayGroundStudios]
NO copies should be made, [cut or pasted] without the artist's permission.
Can you relate?
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Very sad, but excellent writing
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"Childhood dies". That's the secret to my darkness, the ones who should have protected me, were my abusers. I lived with them everyday till I was around 6, when my Mother gave away her 6 little ones for a drunkard. I will never really understand, but we all have our regrets, even my Mother. Frail mind, too weak to put her children before her abusive spouse.
For your family to bring your "predator" into the family circle, the family home...how can they be so callus? Do they think that because it was years ago, you won't mind "your predator" sitting across the table at family dinners? So insulting on so many levels. I would not know what to do with my anger it would rage so high. To say "I am so sorry that you have to go through this" is like putting a bandaid on open heart surgery. There are no words for this degradation.
If you ever need a strong shoulder to cry on, my shoulder are wide and my heart is very big.
BLESSINGS & LOVE,
Doris
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I know the pain and torture of abuse, and molestation, rape even. It took nearly thirty years to come to grips with what happened to me. I had to forgive my cousin (who was our babysitter for five years). I did that by writing a letter to him, letting him know that I now remembered what he had done to me. He tried to deny it, but I gave vivid accounts. Then, I had to forgive myself because for far too long I thought it had to have been something I had done.
The process has to start somewhere, somehow...today is as good as any because you will do more harm to yourself than good by holding on to the atrocity of sexual abuse.
I am here dear sister if and when you need a shoulder, an ear.
YOU ARE NOT ALONE!
Much Love Always ♥
Renee
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I am so sorry I wish they would just leave you the hell alone
it is not bad enough that destroyed you already well don't let them again screw them may they rot in the hell that they have put you through this is why I believe that people that hurt children should be put to death fuck insanity pleas
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This says a lot! It is a consummation of the pain of the past and the present. The innocense of a childhood that was tainted and continues to be tainted in the present.
Love the artwork. Expresses the hurt and anger well. I feel your rage; and you have every right to be angry. It is evident that the only person that is going to protect that little girl is you! karen
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Just stopping by to let you know that I am thinking of you and that I miss you I hope that things are getting better love you loads
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Can't wait...
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