This is a poem I wrote that I would like to share. This isn’t my survival story just a poem I wrote On December 5th 2012 while going through counseling for the sexual abuse. I am still working on putting the pieces of my story together.
ONE DAY…
I sit quietly in the corner all alone. Just wanting something to call my own.
He took over my body at a very young age now I have nothing but to feel ashamed.
He took me under his wing. Telling me I would forever go unseen.
The things he preformed on me were to hard to bare.
Sometimes I would find myself in a deep dark stare.
Dreaming of a magical place to get away.
Trying to avoid the pain that was here to stay.
Hiding to blend within the branches above
Sitting and waiting for a magical person to take me away.
One day I will be free.
But for now I sit quietly and wait for that to be.
