The Foundation (sexual assault story)

A Poem by Anaya

this is the most i've ever put out there

I've never opened up,
About this particular situation,
But my past's sour thoughts,
Have recently started to awaken.
Vivid dreams about my hushed injustice,
Now have my insides really shaken.
I was barley 5 years old,
When my innocence was forsaken.
To the back of the closet,
Is where I was forced and unwillingly taken.
I was just a little girl,
His inappropriate actions and being friendly,
To me had no differentiation.
He took my pure soul as consent,
Deep down I know he wasn't mistaken.
He knew what he was doing,
In his eyes you could see the determination.
When I started to get uncomfortable,
I was struck in place by his frustration.
I didn't ask for it I swear,
There was no need for his sick exploitation.
When I cried he frowned,
I'm sorry I didn't meet your expectation.
He held me on his lap,
Until he realized, in me there was not a drop of appreciation.
When he left me laying on the closet floor,
I could feel my demons activation.
I could feel my dead heart and broken soul,
I felt my self-worth's degradation.
When it comes to my depression,
This unknown experience is,
It's main foundation.

© 2021 Anaya

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Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

This was a powerfully moving piece Anaya and I commend your bravery for sharing it. I can't begin to imagine the horror you are dealing with in your life. A few years back in my mid 30's my older brother had come out to my mother but at that same time he revealed he had been molested by my grandfather. It was a shock to many in the family with a few refusing to believe that was even true. I myself have very few recollections of my grandfather because he passed away when I was about 6 yrs old but some memories I do remember were being locked into a bathroom by him and sometimes a closet. Can't remember much after those brief moments that pass it's kind of hazy after that but I know my older brother was telling the truth. I feel it in my heart. And to be honest I really don't want to go back and remember what happened on those days my grandfather took care of me and my two brothers alone. I been claustrophobic all my life and it is due to those days that are just fractured images now in my late 50's. You are so very brave revealing so much of your pain in these words. I don't think anything I can say or others can ever bring your soul peace from those harrowing moments you endured. But you are a strong hearted person who is revealing a powerful painful truth that will give it less power over you now. I just want to say thank you for sharing these vital words with us in your moving piece of poetry.