In My Room…


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




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