Abuse

A fictional/real life account of, what I endure growing up.

Secrets

The type

Which eats away

At one's soul.

Like a hidden shame

No one wants

To share

Or hear.

Not believing

A love one could hurt

Another family member.

In such

A viscous way

Without any guilt

Or remorse.

Instead

Blaming the victim

For causing this

To happen.

Further darkening

Already bleak situation

Until death becomes

The only solution

Available.

Always

In private

The attempts occur

And fail.

Adding more fuel

To the increasing

Black downward spiral

Which holds the victim

It's thralls.

Until

The breaking point

Is reached.

Author's Note

When I was, a child growing up, in the 1970s and 1980s, abuse by a family member, was a taboo subject that no one wanted to talk about. In my case, I was physically and psychologically abused, by my brother, and psychologically abused by my mom. Sadly, my dad was emotionally distant, from me, unable to express his feelings to me.

I know, today, a child like myself, has more protection, but this occurs.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

I felt this one in my bones...yes, it happens all too often I'm afraid. Keep purging, hope this was cathartic for you.

[therisa]

Thank you, Frieda, for your supportive words. Been only able to express this part of my abuse past, in the past couple of years. As the flashbacks become a more regular part of my daily dreams.

[Frieda P]

Oh I hear you, it's not easy, baby steps..............you're quite welcome. It's a long journey. Are you part of any support groups?

[therisa]

Yes, but I have trouble being around people, especially groups bigger than 4 people.

[Frieda P]

Check out an online site, it's called Pandys....that might help.

[therisa]

Thank you, Frieda, for your help.

[Frieda P]

Anytime, it's good to talk with people that know exactly where you've been, they can relate, it's Pandys.org by the way.