No pain, no gain. Right?
What have I gained from 46 years of pain? Fright!
Fright about my mental state of mind and my future.
Well, this has been happening since I was a youngster.
My first experience with fright was at age two when my brain was crucially developing while I sat on every church pew.
Watching him praise God and fooling those around him made my life confusing and grim.
For years, this darkness caved me like a cozy blanket covered in fleas.
Whatever would I do without this life full of doubt? Doubt about who I really am or supposed to be before Mr. Holy stole it from me.
Out of the beatings he gave and the gratification he insisted, sprouted a scared little girl in a woman's existence.
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Author:
Beautifully Batty (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem helped me get out pain from childhood sexual abuse. It's a cross I'll always have to bear, like many others. Poetry helps me release the trauma.
- Category: Reflection
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No child should ever have to endure such dreadful trauma.. I hope you found that crafting this poem was cathartic.. Here I am again sadly reminded of why I despise so many members of my own gender and species.. What a sad but compelling introduction to your ink my friend.. Oh’ and welcome to MPS .. Neville
Thank you Neville. Luckily, what happened did not leave a bad taste in my mouth for the male species. I was fortunate to find a wonderful husband and though we've battled many ups and downs, we're still going strong after 28 years. Sadly, the female species is what's left a bad taste. So much destruction and manipulation towards each other. I have strong women in my life who I cherish, but I've been hurt by many as well. That's life I suppose. Thank you for welcoming me. I look forward to reading more of your poetry.
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