I Long For My Escape
Lately when I wake each day,
The sunlight hurts my eyes,
And when I think of yesterday,
I want to just curl up and cry.
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.
Lately when I wake each day,
The sunlight hurts my eyes,
And when I think of yesterday,
I want to just curl up and cry.
There was a time he loved her.
Now it's clear there's nothing there.
He walks around so flippantly
With no interest or a care.
I've spent many years now
Running from the bear.
Just when I think you're gone,
You once again are there.
They don't know
About struggling through the sleepless nights, anticipating that next big fight,
About envisioning that same depressing sight, then staring at it until daylight.
There once was a murder,
But this one has a twist.
The victim was my innocence,
Stolen through his fist.
I understand exactly what you mean because I, too, am not the same after being molested by my 15-year-old cousin. I will never be the same, and it hurts to say, but I, too, am not sure if...
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...
Her smile was visible to all,
Showing a dark secret
From an inescapable memory
Because of the lie she kept telling herself.
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.
My mind is full of many doors
Where lots of secrets dwell.
Not many people get inside.
I'm scared they might just tell!
I see through all the lies and whispers. The stares that penetrate and change my soul. The accusing glances will fill me with doubt. Alone with uncertainty I question my sanity. My sacrifice,...
Wake up, Momma and Daddy are gone, for now we have time.
Wake up, hurry I need to feel good for a little, you'll be ok. You'll like it too.
I lie awake on my back as you take charge and I young, unaware, confused wondering will it be done.
I lie awake as she begins to peel off my clothes with the hands that help me get dressed for school.