I sit here listening to the pain of others.
Physical and emotional.
It’s ripping at me.
MAKE IT GO AWAY!!!!
But it doesn’t.
The pain persists.
Slashing my insides,
Life is my trigger.
Holidays, birthdays, anniversaries and work,
but most of all my family.
It is the place someone else created for me.
Where is a safe place or home,
when my heart and soul and others like me,
are raped, tortured and left alone?
Building the courage to face my life, is far from easy.
The perpetrator alive with a family, or dead with their support.
But where’s mine?!!
My family died years ago, before their body was buried in the earth.
The one we share.
Denial, living on among the family that had known.
I don’t have that luxury.
I NEVER FORGET!!!!!!!!
I live, breath, talk and walk, but I want to do only one thing,
How to move past what was done to me.
A life long process of healing.
When does it begin and when does it end?
Inspired by Phyliss Hutnak
November 3, 2000Home