Sheep in the Lion's DenA Poem by Meghan ReneeI can still see his fingerprints They litter my body like a brand As if I am a bruised jersey in an old western I am someone else's To be sold, to be bought, to be used I am not my own person My freedom was stripped from me as a child The moment I was marked for the slaughter Caught between the lion's teeth And torn apart from the inside There is no Goliath in this story I am not David I cannot throw a stone and kill my monsters There are no happy endings here Even if there were Would I want one? © 2019 Meghan ReneeAuthor's Note
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Added on October 22, 2018Last Updated on November 1, 2019 Tags: abuse, sexual abuse, csa, trauma AuthorMeghan ReneeNCAboutWriting is both my passion and coping mechanism. When I was twelve/thirteen, I became incredibly depressed. I couldn't get out of bed and ended up dropping out of school for the next two years. Dur.. more..Writing
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