Oliver Mckeithan Poet Prose Poetry

Hiding Place

Hiding Place

After the beatings your darkness was
my protection. My source of comfort
after the sexual assaults. Hanging clothes
were a curtain against the evil.
Blankets on the floor held me close
and secure. As a child you were my favorite
friend. My hiding place.

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Ilene Bauer February 4, 2025 at 10:36 AM this is so sad, oliver, but at least you had a place in which to escape. you've described this very well. i'm so sorry you had to go through that... Oliver Mckeithan February 4, 2025 at 11:17 AM Thanks Ilene. It is fairly common unfortunately.

John Read February 4, 2025 at 8:11 AM Child abusers should be locked away for life, reading this is heartbreaking, have a lovely evening Oliver. Oliver Mckeithan February 4, 2025 at 8:34 AM Thanks John. I couldnt agree with you more.

Karen Jones February 4, 2025 at 5:57 AM As a survivor of sexual abuse and molestation I get this and it is healing to read. If ever one can find a shed of light in that dark place trauma creates it is a blessing and saving grace in a tiny way! I think your heart is brave as it takes courage to write such a gem! Fav Oliver Mckeithan February 4, 2025 at 7:39 AM We survived but with many scars as you have. Maybe that is why we write poetry. Thank you Karen.

Victor Buhagiar February 4, 2025 at 5:25 AM Violence is despicable. Well executed poem. Oliver Mckeithan February 4, 2025 at 7:38 AM Yes it is. Thanks Victor