R.I.P

R.I.P

A Poem by Meghan Renee
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i sometimes try to connect with my inner child

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I am buried under six layers of grief
In burgundy pants and a striped tee
A child lost to his hands
Sometimes I can still feel the carpet
(Sometimes I can still feel)
And maybe I should be proud that I fought
How I kicked and screamed and ran as fast as I could
Away from the trauma
A survivor’s narrative -- “I didn’t let him take me!”
But I did
In his room, in his house, in the white walls of a building
Images I can no longer remember clearly
As if the memories are buried with me.

© 2021 Meghan Renee


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Added on May 3, 2021
Last Updated on May 14, 2021
Tags: trauma, csa, sexual abuse

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Meghan Renee
Meghan Renee

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Writing 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..

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