A poem, reflecting my childhood.

As I look back,

The years of having no voice,

The sexual abuse,

Emotional abuse,

Mental abuse,

Physical abuse,

The verbal abuse,

The humiliation,

I never dealt with it,

Afraid of telling the truth,

The fear of rejection had I told the truth,

The fear of being judged,

It bought out anger,

Aggression,

Confused I became,

It became a wedge in the marriage,

Between my wife,

And myself,

Now letting it all out,

Dealing and coping with it,

I realize,

I am who I should be,

A honest man,

Ashamed that people,

Would think less of me,

Had I told the truth,

Of my childhood.

 

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  • Darla Cooke on Oct 20, 2009

    A touching poem.

  • Jane Jane on Oct 21, 2009

    I kinda feel sad with all those abuse.

  • Aiyanna on Oct 23, 2009

    Touching!!! Sometimes you just cannot open up to speak about it even as a child as the person doing the act may hold very high reverence in the family and bully you into keeping your mouth shut…
    You just look at everything with utmost distrust and that can ruin your life unless you choose to let go of what happened and take the lesson from it… It takes constant conditioning of the mind to be able to keep the thoughts of the past at bay…. Always look forward rather than backward and you will find that life is really worthwhile and simple.
    I have done this and it has helped me immensely…

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