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Wednesday, April 2, 2008

The Worst Secret of My Life

I wrote this poem using the found poetry method at an ACA retreat. I never know what the poem is going to be about before I begin so I'm always surprised when I'm done. This one ended up describing my feelings during the sexual abuse I suffered at the hands of my neighbor/babysitter. He used my family's secrets to keep me quiet and this poem talks about keeping my secret to protect them.



The Worst Secret of My Life


A man who leaves emotional scars can control your life.

You feel like this...
Alone.
Nothing matters.
I was dying.


You lie down until the feeling passes.

Help is not an option...

Family...depending...on...us.

Hold it together.
Don't trust.
Don't be afraid.
Don't feel.

Need to tell.
You must never tell.

Hiding a terrible secret...
Protects them.

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