I lived wiGuilty. Like Him, So am I.
Like he did, I to have raped.
Raped myself all these years
of the emotions and the healing that would set me free.
I've denied when instead I should've cried.
I've lied & I have died.
And now this is me.
This broken soul that no one knows
Not even me.
Whose foundation is based on
secrecy & confusion & feelings buried deep.
I am her, and this is me
But I don't want to be
You see I want to be free
and why shouldn't I be?
th this pain for much to long.
Empowering it when I should have devoured it...
Instead I nourished it
and it's killing me, shaping me, & breaking me..
But I refuse.
I will not simply just lie down.
Giving up without a fight.
I won't. I will write.
And these words shall be my weapons
This pen shall be my sword
and I will destroy all this anguish and angst
I will ruin this dischord.
Until all my emotions, thoughts,
feelings, misconceptions, memories & nightmares
are laid out & no longer there.
Every issue resolved
every ill feeling pulvarized.
Saying "Yes I was molested,
and yes it hurt me like hell.
But I won't be a victim-
his, my own, or anyone else's any longer."
The Healing. Begins. Now.
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