Saturday 21 October 2017

The Haunting Past: Nightmares of child abuse

The nights fall on my bed seeing me alone there
The dark and twisted clouds make their way to my windows
Winds keep on knocking my door
And storms, they cuddle me tight to the deep slumber.

Help help help
Please stop
I see myself naked and you touching me everywhere
My hands tearing your ears and lips and you still penetrating me
But you aren't the only one!!

My little pants were red next morning
To sit straight on the pot was excruciating
And my hands and ears were burning with heat

Maa maa!!
I cried and yelled with all my power
But my voice couldn't reach her.
The doors were locked and keys were thrown
You were again standing half naked at my bed corner.

Years passed and I am still haunted by the memories
My parents ignored and how you continued
I even felt this must be fine.
Your death wasn't just my freedom but the realisation

The pain wasn't in my organs
It was in my heart soul and mind.
You diminished my light and killed my inner child.