Catalina Freitas-Estores Poet Free verse

Me

It gets cold sometimes .
I’ve waited for a long time .
I was a 8 year old little girl .
Rapped by my foster father .
Feels a lot better alone .
No sweaty touch or breathing .
No Looking over my shoulder .
Fear grew as I got older .
30 & Still yearning for isolation 
Time disintegrates,still I wait.
Once believed, I have no faith .
I’m a victim of sexual assaults .
They say it’s possible to heal .
But life made it harder to feel .
I’ll never find true closure .
Shame I hide from exposure .
I am not human!!!!!
Nor common like living things! 
A lonely girl/orphaned child.
      SAVE ME FROM ME ?!?!

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Becky Forbes October 12, 2022 at 7:57 PM She can heal. The path is to hold her. You hold her. Take your sweet little 8 year-old traumatized self and hold her tight. Scream with her, punch things with her, bawl your eyes out together, rage with her. Stop being afraid of her. Stop running. Turn and comfort her. No one else can do it. I've been there. You can heal.

Rico Leffanta October 12, 2022 at 11:32 AM Your past is past! Your future depends on what you do today! Look around you! Who is without scars? Don't dwell on what other people do to you, but on what you can do for you! Aloha!