Passage

Brief sketch of my journey to date.

Cold wind is blowing
Cutting through my soul
Like a hot knife through butter
Leaving behind
A shattered soul
Where once
Whole.

Thrown back
Into a darker time
Which pain and humiliation
Where the buzz words
Of the day.

When a young girl’s sense
Of worth and self-esteem
Are destroyed
For few moments
Of crude cruel humour
By boys
She knew
Around her age.

Memory
Long repressed
Triggered by
Another traumatic event
Haunt her dreams
As night terrors.

Years of counselling
Has finally allowed her
To openly talk
About her past
To others
Without acting
As a trigger.

Moving on
To other areas
Which she must face
If she wants
Her soul
Whole.

Author's Note

please ignore any spelling or grammar errors.