Perhaps I am not deserving of pity
When my own actions
Have been so harsh...
But without purpose,
Without intention.
All the same,
The memory of his body,
So vast in my sight
Pressing down like concrete,
Persisting, unrelenting…
Is hard to shake.
His chest solid and broad
I remember the hairs and freckles
On his arms
As he pinned me down,
Without care
Without consideration -
Wrecking me.
I’m glad now,
That I no longer have to slumber
In that bed
And address the ugly feeling
Which creeps up my throat,
Deriding me...
That I got what I deserved.
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Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: March 11th, 2019 11:16
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Ah but did you learn from it? do you feel better for it being your past not your present?.... so why pity? you're wiser and stronger..... tomorrow is waiting.
Emotionally charged, almost to the point of spilling over, but controlled to the very end.... If autobiographical, I sincerely hope you have since moved on.. thoroughly enjoyed regardless... N
If from experience and so vividly painted the past beds fast in memory - - but moving on makes things more blurry - wishing you freedom from dreams of abuse - - catch hold of the future and try not to let go.
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