A Time For Healing

My memories are bleak they’re dormant in my mind resisting thoughts of childhood pretending to be blind. Insecure by your actions which left me isolated and alone all because you could not refrain taking what you didn’t own. Panged with insatiable hunger to be free of your restraints hiding behind a mask of fear on a canvas of abuse I paint. Pallets filled with colors of the darkest known to man brush strokes with a purpose to cover what began. I’ve seen you since that day you took my innocence by hand eyes looking off into the distance as in front of you I stand. Emotionless you stood there unable to look me in the eyes glancing into a haze of darkness of your deepest lies. Look at me, this woman now who stands before you unafraid the one you trespassed against as a child you betrayed. Don’t look off into the horizon acting as though it didn’t exist A retched, foul example of a man A soul that won’t be missed.