The Terrified Child
Maybe I should forgive him,
Maybe he has changed,
But every time I try to
that terrified child within me sheds a tear.
She never wanted any of that
She just wanted safety.
She cries as I try to wash myself of the dirt
The dirt of childhood, the grime of adolescence,
I scrub until the skin is red and raw,
but it will not clean.
Now she is crying.
I feel if I forgive him that
I wrong her.
She never got an apology.
The terror still haunts her.
Copyright © Kat Kro | Year Posted 2023
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