I keep them at a distance,
I don’t get hurt that way,
If you let them in your heart,
They’re going to leave one day.
I didn’t have a choice back then,
She was always in my face,
I had no time, of my own,
Or my own private space.
Nothing was ever done just right,
Not a thing got past her eye,
Poking in my private stuff,
At times I thought I’d just die.
Try to keep it hidden,
You know you have done wrong,
She’d always find out in some way,
It never took her long.
Wow,,, you’ve just written a poem about my mother, She died a month or so ago and I’m trying to figure out who the hell she was!
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It is a very difficult process to go through. I find that my writings explore the effects of childhood sexual abuse, being in the middle of it, learning about it, reach out to others,
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