Notes About The Poem
YES, I AM STRONGER THAN THE DEMONS THAT HAUNT ME.
The Clock Still Ticks
In darkness,
I couldn't see,
the monster nearing me.
I heard,
the clock ticking,
the old wood floors,
creaking.
I felt my breath catching,
heard,
his lips smacking.
I felt,
his cold hands touching,
my innocence leaving,
and fear smothering me.
Shame will defeat me,
everytime I hear,
old clocks ticking.
Time rewinds,
when I walk,
across,
old wood floors,
that creak,
leading from staircases,
that he had climbed.
God is my light,
and he lights my way,
into darkness of night,
where my abuser haunted me.
A child fearful,
could never sleep,
always waiting in darkness,
for the human monster,
who would creep,
upon a child,
who pretended to sleep.
I'm now a voice,
who speaks loud,
my pain and suffering
left for dead,
upon my bed.
God says,
"she has won
a fierce soldier,
Is she."
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