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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