Hear the echo
tiny little feet
they run while others chase
hide and seek
with nowhere to hide
Shaking in the cupboard
bruised face
struck by sink pipe
don’t cry out
fade, fade, fade
Another game
caught under bleachers
so many fists and feet
hold your head
and fade
Face pressed to wall
the seekers have found
a man turns to dust
and begins to fade
Dust falls on a memory
but never softens the blow
as pain wells
in body, in mind the same
fade, fade, fade

~ ~ ~

© W.R.R. 1/31/2011
For all survivors of any form of rape or abuse. You are not alone. Speak out. Find your path to healing.


About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.

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