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my painful memories of molestation

I am not special, there are so many others

They are young and old, our sisters and mothers. 

Our friends and our brothers.

 I am one of a million who feel the pain

Something sacred that’s been taken away

A stolen spirit, a murdered soul, a day

A year or two or maybe more like me

Repeated over and over like me

Engrained forever like me

It doesn’t matter how long and how violent

It is the memories that no matter what stay silent

For a year or two or maybe more

Reviews

[onmyway]

Memories are powerful - whether good or bad - I hope somewhere within the pain - you can find the power to heal! Its a strong piece of writing.. Sending warm smiles your way!!

[Aarea]

I love this poem. It shows clearly how people feel and is beautifully worded and put together. Good work!

[Shannon]

Thank you so much!