Jun 2018
Memories of that day
A seemingly endless moment in time
Still torturously haunt me
By captivating my mind
The things that were forcefully stolen
Can never be returned
Only replaced with sadistic images
On my soul, they are forever burned
The barrage of hits and touches
Grew invisible by the passing of time
Though the body does not forget
I was seared and branded by their heinous crime...
A seemingly endless moment in time
Still torturously haunt me
By captivating my mind
The things that were forcefully stolen
Can never be returned
Only replaced with sadistic images
On my soul, they are forever burned
The barrage of hits and touches
Grew invisible by the passing of time
Though the body does not forget
I was seared and branded by their heinous crime...
Time does not heal all wounds...In fact, some are so deep and depraved, they begin to fester with time! In order to truly heal, one must learn to accept the wound; and learn to live with it without allowing it to define you.
Everyone's journey towards healing is different... There is no cookie cutter/linear/fail-safe way of achieving it. Writing and creating happens to be part of mine...
Everyone's journey towards healing is different... There is no cookie cutter/linear/fail-safe way of achieving it. Writing and creating happens to be part of mine...
