an activity for group therapy
Afraid to fall,
Being afraid to feel the
Coldness that rolls over me...
Despite my human-ness, my life
Ever present is that coldness
For I can feel it in my bones.
Grownups aren't suppose to be monsters.
Hell, they're not suppose to fuck their sons,
Is this all that's left of me?
Jumbled up thoughts and voices, legs that
Kick me when i'm down and shamed.
Love...I wish I could find it and it
Might make me whole for the first time.
Nights are the worst things...to feel his touch
Old and rough, burning my skin
"Please" i cry out when my throat opens and then
Quietly i would wait until it was over
Shame in sex
Trust noone it the one thing that i've learned
Ugly, undressed~stripped of myself
Very slowly i see these visions are not reality
With all that i am i pull myself up, out of the dark place
X-it from that hell
Yes i can do it
Zest for life...I need to find it