Abuse
such an evil word.
That's what people call it now.
However, I remember back
years ago
that's not what he called it.
No.
He said come show me
that you love me.
He would take my hand
and lead me into a room...
I have problems now
touching is not easy
for me.
I tense up
fear draws near
and I...
I withdraw.
Remembering a time
when touching came easy
and love...
love
was a grandfather
who used a small child
to gratify his sick needs.
Can you forget
I never have
but hopefully you can heal.
Author notes
abuse by a family member can hurt in more than one way. freshwrite is childhood innocence lost and pre-write is survival
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A contest entry
- Silent All These Years (for rape and sexual assault survivors) by SerenityNChains.
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Comments
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Oh that just makes me gag. Reading these stories is just so hard. I'm so sorry for the hurt you have endured. This is so well done.
Dani. -
I don't know what to say... I guess I second the below comment.
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This poem was very heartfelt. I could see my own emotional reflection as I read this poem. I understand exactly how you feel about touching. I am fearful, I delay it even with my own husband which I love dearly, but that is what abuse does to a victim. Thank you for sharing this poem and allowing me to see your heart and soul. I admire you greatly for opening your heart to share the hope of healing. I know you can heal, but the scars will always remain. Life does go on and it is your choice whether it will be in a positive direction or negative. Great job with the inspiration!
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I know the feeling of being abused. and believe me the pain does get better.
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