Fear eats me alive in your presence,
your voice takes me back in time,
small child, pertrified of the storm.
Memories, nightmares
flood my soul,
seep into familiar cavernous cracks,
where I hear the echo
of every word you ever spoke to me,
every twisted lustful touch
at the hands of a supposed loved one,
undeserved trust.
That little girl
was never allowed to mature
beyond the experience.
She is always there,
masked behind the illusion
of a needy, all-too-forgiving adult.
If only the bitterness arbored
would release
as easily as you invaded
and disregarded me.
That child,
now and forever...
resides within me.
This reminds me of ALONE by Edgar Allen Poe. It's less refined, more raw if you will. I like that it expresses that moment. The one that haunts you for a lifetime. I've been there. Not a place many people go and definately not a play that anyone wants to go. Your life experiances give you poetry more meaning. They also make you stronger than most. Great job.