Unfortunately I am a survivor of childhood sexual abuse. It’s not something I ever really wanted to face but now I need to- in a way to save my life and move on. I need healing and that comes by telling my story. So here’s a poem about things I remember.
In My Room —
Without a sound I stay
As you approach my room
Pretending helps me
Go to another place
So I can overlook the disgrace
Was I just an insignificant child
To be consumed and cast aside?
I wish I would have had the might
To confront your deeds
Instead I lingered helpless
And wept inside
I stowed those memories deep
But nowadays they seep out
I can’t help but feel
Disgusting and deserving of shame
A coward that did not fight
A fool without any dignity
Mitchell's Mumblings 