Innocence Lost


Every night as I lay in wait

Praying and hoping it would be a different story

Silently the door opens

I cannot run and I cannot hide

He comes in with stocking feet

Quietly so the secret won’t be told

He comes nearer

Close enough so I can feel his breath on my small body

As every other time, I close my eyes and wish I were anyplace else

A childhood shattered

And innocence lost


April 3, 2007


About katm

I'm just your typical depressed donkey. I'm an abuse survivor. I deal with the pain and stiffness and other fun stuff that goes with fibromyalgia. I used to teach English for a living but because of my health, that isn't any option anymore. I love to cook and feel most in my element when I'm in the kitchen tinkering around.

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