On My Own (*New*)

 
Lonely in the dead of night,
Painful memories I begin to fight,
Shadows forming on the wall,
One shadow I fear most of all.
 
The shadow is a haunting sight,
My heart is racing and I long for light.
Engulfing me in his warped evil way,
‘Come play with me’, I hear him say.
 
His touch is cold, his hands are rough,
His eyes [...]

How Sexual Abuse Changed Me…

“The first time it happened, I was eight years old. Up until that summer, my dad had been my hero. I worshiped the ground he walked on! My dad could build anything, fix anything; there was nothing he couldn’t do-in my eyes, at least!”