Author: Barbara Goodhew
Molested as a child
by someone who I thought was meek and mild.
Who I thought was my protector,
was a preditor
Now I don't trust and making love is just sex yuck!
he took my trust away my fun of life.
When you abuse. your victim loses their life.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meri (220.127.116.11) -- Monday, July 17 2017, 03:37 am|
One thing I can say about the past, is that it can definitely make us stronger.
|meri (18.104.22.168) -- Monday, July 17 2017, 02:59 pm|
yes I am who I am because of my past thank goodness
|barb (22.214.171.124) -- Friday, July 10 2020, 01:04 am|
I was replying to your comment Meri but I put your name
|Ing Twi Demalah (126.96.36.199) -- Friday, July 10 2020, 06:21 pm|
Your past may have forged you, but never look back, for you are not going that way. Be Well.
|barb goodhew (188.8.131.52) -- Wednesday, July 29 2020, 01:53 am|
Ing that comment made me feel less abnormal I need that.
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