No Way Out From Sexual Abuse
He came into my life
when I was just a little girl.
I was happy and young,
And then he changed my world.
The trauma of abuse is never fully gone from a person's consciousness. Its filthy stain leaves its residue on the soul forever. However, like all bad experiences, it is possible to turn this experience into good by developing compassion and empathy for others who have been through this experience. Many people feel that bringing meaning to a traumatic experience is a path to healing. When I turn a negative experience into a tool that brings meaning into my life and others, I am taking the best kind of revenge on my abuser.
He came into my life
when I was just a little girl.
I was happy and young,
And then he changed my world.
So many stories, and yet only one story repeated over and over again in different contexts perhaps, but we all share the crushing sadness of having someone we love betray us and leave us...
My name is Sasha.
My sister is Leigh.
I am six,
And she is three.
Hi...this poem is so heartfelt to me. I'm currently living with my foster parents from an abusive home. My past is full of rape, physical and mental abuse. I was also used for drugs by my...
Don't believe my words;
they're lies that I fabricate to
project a perfect life and
convince you I'm okay.
I feel this pain deep within my heart when I read this poem over and over again. I’m currently living with my mom and she can make every second of my life a living hell if I don’t do what she...
You took away my innocence,
My hopes, my dreams, my youth.
You took from me my very soul.
What could have been, I never knew.
As I read this Poem, it touched me very deeply because I myself can relate to the same situation and there's always HOPE! Thank you for sharing!
He pulls my hair.
He slaps my face.
He kicks me on the floor.
I can completely relate to your experience. Mine was exactly the same and my thoughts were equal to yours. I was beat 54 separate times and I never could bring myself to call the cops on him....
He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
He sleeps when I'm awake
I long to hear him whisper
To give my ears a break
That poem was so deep and thoughtful. I can tell that the author put much effort into it to write it. It inspired me because I have been verbally bullied before and I like to write poems...
I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
All the pain you put me through.
Her smile was visible to all,
Showing a dark secret
From an inescapable memory
Because of the lie she kept telling herself.
Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby
I was abused from age 9-11 by my father. He'd abused other family members before me, like my siblings, all of whom had left him, leaving only me and my little sister still seeing him. He...
The little girl lay so still
While you crept into her bed
She pretended not to notice you
While she sang into her head
Mother is there when I get home from school,
I'm happy there, hyper and playing the fool.
But as I pull on the handle and turn the key,
I feel a sense of dread and fear fill me.
I can relate. My mother has done horrible things that made me end up in the hospital, but my dad never left, but he didn't know until I told, so now I'm living with him. Safe, I guess, but I...
Like the sea and the sky,
We reflect each other, you and I.
Past the moon and the stars,
This relates to me so much.
Sometimes I'm confused and don't know what to do.
I need help and I need it from you.
My life is full of "ups" and "downs,"
and I need someone to lift my "frowns."
I can relate to this because I have been in the same scenario with my dad...and so it's good to know that we are many in this. But the truth is, somehow, you have to talk about it. You may...
The day you said it was okay
to do the things you did
was the day I closed my heart,
then ran away and hid.
I feel very sorry for what you went through, I was sexually abused by my step-dad and I was only brave enough to tell my mother when they had split up, but she didn't believe me and married...
I count the seconds
As the time comes near.
I know as I wait
That pain will be here.
Hello Dear Jesus,
It's been a long, long time.
I hope that you still know me,
I've been hiding quite awhile.
What a beautiful poem .. I'm almost 21 and I got molested when I was in 7th grade until my freshman year by my mother's husband. Forced to do things no angel should.. And all he said was that...
I never asked you to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me so bad.
I never asked you to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.
Your poems really touched me. I have a dad who drinks and parties a lot on weekdays. My brother and I don't like it at all. He beats me when he's drunk. I cry at night wishing my late mom can...
Small, little child with her eyes open wide
Can't understand why it hurts inside.
Poor little girl just stares into space,
Transports herself into another place.
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wonderful person the people said,
While I cry alone in bed.
I have gone through abuse from someone I loved. Verbal, emotional and physical. I still continue to go through abuse even if it's not physical I'm 5 months pregnant with our second child and...