Not Worthy of a Title.
❗️Trigger warning! This post contains references to childhood sexual abuse. ❗️
When you crawled into my bed
And abruptly woke me from my slumber
When your hands showed me places
That I had never seen
When you violated my innocence
With a contorted smile
Upon your distorted face
When you left me
Wet and wounded
You stole my innocence from me
When you looked at me
And said that it was my own stupid fault
I only had myself to blame
When you said that I was nothing
I walked on in shame
I took your words to heart
I carried them with me
They echo through my life
Like a cold steel bladed knife
I used to look around at all the little girls
All innocent and shiny
Wide eyed and happy in the world
I wished I could be them
I wished harder every day
But nothing made a difference
I was always in the way
The strange little imp
Vacant eyes
And suspicion at every turn
You made me the girl
Who believed that the world
Was no more than a lie.
C.K.23
Stephen Gospage
Wed 24th May 2023 08:00
Thank you, Clare. A sad and courageous poem.