HushA Poem by Scott SIt's been awhile since I've written here. Good to be back. Have spent 3 plus years as a Forensic Child Interviewer at my county Child Abuse Center. Love what I do...and it's inspired me to write...
Sunday morning, day of rest
I rise before the birds Mom reminds me to be silent Don't breathe a single word I dress for church; skirt and flats Alone inside my room I leave my bedroom door ajar I know he'll be here soon Pray to Jesus; hold me near Try to make this stop Love me and protect me From my mama's Pop I know that he does love me But I don't understand Why he takes my soul from me With one touch of his hand He says that's it's an act of love But I think that's not right And when my bedroom door does open I don't even fight Papa says that it's our secret And I should never speak I want to cry out loudly As the floor boards start to creak Papa should have heard me well I said I'm going to talk He didn't think I had strength Or that I could walk the walk I told my favorite teacher And Papa's gone at last I look into the future For I cannot change my past
© 2018 Scott SAuthor's Note
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Added on October 22, 2018 Last Updated on October 22, 2018 Tags: child abuse, victim, sexual abuse, trauma AuthorScott SORAboutI'm Scott. I live in a small town on the Oregon Coast, and have been writing in one form or another since I was about thirteen years old. I have always enjoyed expressing myself through the written w.. more..Writing
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