Scared To Post Here But Here Goes Nothing

[Guest Sammantha]

Healing past the scars

I sit in the dark of mymisery

Feeling the fear, anger, andshame

That I had forgotten manyyears ago

It tears at the infectedstitches

I tried to forget, andthought I had

But one fateful day, as theheat hit hard

As I lay happily with one whocares

A small inner voice shouted,

Im not dirty!

In the tears, shaking, andmind numbing fear

These words inspired,

I was left with but onedesire

To be rid of these feelingsyet once more

And yet, the one who carestried to comfort the

Terrified child I had againbecome,

His soft words echoed andrepeated in my heart

Bring him to the light andhe loses power

I tried to do as was asked, Ieven went

To talk to a therapist whomight help

But I am still cold and hurt.

I try to write about whathappened

But the words that described

Chunked, and tumbled into an mess

Of word vomit, leaving me inmore pain

And I tried to continue onwith life

Limping and scraping thebottom, for me

And then someone who knew menot

Took me aside and spoke wordsthat

I didnt quite trust, butsomehow fixed

All the pain inside like magic handed down

You have a beautiful,ink-well heart.

With it you write prettythings,

And you're a pretty thing for it.

These few sillyinconsequential words.

After the pain of admittingto you

The worst, most disgustingthings I could

You still said I was prettyand not a bother

And I wonder still if I am ina dream

For the pain fades and I canlook and say

Yeah that happened maybe,

But I can live still andprove that thing wrong.

Yes it hurts, but its partof the healing

[Guest miss kindheart]

I get it Sammantha,

<<<< hug >>>>>

Time heals all wounds

Let go of the pain

vanna

[Guest Sammantha]

pain of healing

my soul burns and chars

the vile thoughts andfeelings

bubble and perk like coffee

the anger and rage a physicalresponse

how could I forget?

how could you do it?

how did I survive?

I try to move on stillfeeling

As if I am wrong and soiled

And the rage still boils

Sometimes harder than others

And I must ask

how could I forget?

how could you do it?

how did I survive?

You lured me in with promises

Of pretty clothes, andclip-ons

And pretty shoes

But now I must ask

how could I forget?

how could you do it?

how did I survive?

You took me and treated melike

A woman full grown

And did as you pleased

But now I must ask

how could I forget?

how could you do it?

how did I survive?

What you did tore at my mind

And left it cracked with the

Atrocities and monstrositiesyou left behind

And I must ask

how could I forget?

how could you do it?

how did I survive?

In the fear you left I wassilent

And repressed the thought ofthe pain

Making my mind believe ithappened to another not me

And as the memories come backI must ask

how could I forget?

how could you do it?

how did I survive?

And why the hell I let you go.

[Guest miss kindheart]

Another nice poem Sammantha

I pray you find peace

Surly you know it lies inside of you

There is power in forgivness

vanna