Oh little girl

{Warning: This post may contain triggers; please read only if you're ready.}Bare feet on beams. We go to cool off down by the stream. It is 2013, and the memory washes so far over me that I catch my breath, forgetting children laughing under the bridge. I'm no longer here, I'm gone again - into the trap of the secret sin. I am remembering the halcyon days before you ruined my favorite clearing in the woods. I remember the cool of the shade, the feel of the moss under foot, the whispering wind quaking through the aspens, the shafts of sun lighting the world yellow and green. I was at peace there, it's where I went to think. I thought a lot when I was a child. Spaces of silence and solitude were sacred.And so here it was that you found me. Sitting silent under a tree. I was amazed... how could it be?A friend like you for a little girl like me?You took my handand we sat downNo sound escapedwhen you laid me on the ground.Oh little girl,the things you knewdarkened with her shadowas you looked up at the bluesky aboveand earth belowdirt beneath your nailsas she mutilated slow.She said, don't you dare tell.The world swamand you fell out of bodyinto her hands.Your soul escapedout through your eyesyou perched on brancheswhen she took you by surprise.The precious thing -you never knew -she stole it long beforeit was precious to you.Oh little girl,I wish you'd criedI wish you'd beat herevery time that she triedto shame your soul,tearing at the seams,she kept your tearslocked up...
Source: Turquoise Gates - Category: Cancer Tags: childhood sorrow child abuse sexual abuse fear PTSD flashbacks shame beaten Source Type: blogs