Buried For Forty Years
memory haunted her for forty years
feelings so real they held her down
pinned to a darkness
she was not aware of in the daylight
therapist suggested she unpeel her layers
suggested she let down her wall
suggested and suggested and suggested
she hated him more each week
she was forty-eight when she decided to walk back in time
to recall the feelings of that day, that hour,
to remember the face of her abusers
to forgive herself
for not saving herself
A stormy night
One where no one can sleep comfortably
She was half in and out of dream land
when she began walking the steps
to face that which she had buried when she was eight
As she approached the memories began to fly
They dissipated rapidly, no longer having a hold on her
I am my own best therapist, she said
She forgave herself and her child self smiled
Realizing for the first time it was not their blame at all.
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