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Old 01-05-2005, 05:38 AM
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indigo
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(((Scared but want to talk)))

salut,
i have told part of my stories in small on the womens forum and i would like to share a little now. i have been mentally, sexually, physically and emotionally abused from 12 days old until i was 29 years old, first by neighbours then in an abusive relationship,i am still in therapy which began in my mid 20s. i know that you all understand ptsd. i also have a genetic condition which amongst other things affects my executive cognitive functioning and i have add so my brain isn't wired up too well to start with lol.
i am going to print something i wrote a while ago about how i felt, i continue to write about several things and hope that this is appropriate for this forum only a few dear friends read my stuff so i hope it's not too poor an explanation. Thank you for listening to me.
safe hugs indigo

Here goes:

Les Monstres

Come with me as your eyes have promised
Pay no mind to the wild eyed monsters
Calling from all sides
Dubious of intention
Vastness tried

Come with me let's quick be gone
You are no longer their little one
Prey to pour their failures on
Monsters sleep easy when day is done

Come with me let's waste no time
Abusers steal your right to rhyme
A polished performance in silent mime
Monsters dance the clinging vine

Come with me in love not fear
Their words are schemes to hold you near
See their trick is kiss and tease
To drag you slowly to your knees
Monsters are demons and they are thieves

Come with me we're almost there
It starts with love ends in despair
They know what's right they do not care
Monsters are seldom just or fair

Come with me it won't be long
The time has come now you are strong
Breath comes sharply just a gasp
Reel you in with their clammy grasp
This time they've set too hard a task
These monsters in their grownups mask

Come with me you need not stay hidden
Though pain is coming harsh unbidden
There are still some things be left forbidden
They'll tear your heart and soul assunder
Rob your childhood filled with wonder
Nothing's sacred all is plunder
Hear denial roar like thunder
Use your body to feed their hunger
Monsters lust for power is tragic
Rend your fabric call it magic
Rip apart your very fibre......
But in the end you're the survivor.....

indigo

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