I was just a little girl.
Full of life and happy.
And he was my favorite,
Person in the world.
On that fateful evening.
While everyone was sleeping.
On the sofa we laid.
I was wrapped in his arms,
Asleep and unafraid.
I quietly awoke.
To a soft, gentle stroke.
His fingers slipping, Under my clothes.
My body, My mind, My heart froze.
As he left his hand prints,
All over my bare skin.
I just wanted this to end.
My mind filled with confusion.
His with desire and lust.
I began questioning,
If this was just an illusion.
Or a dream I was in.
What happened to trust?
I tightly closed my eyes.
And held my breath.
As I laid there cold and numb.
I fell into a silent trance.
To him I succumbed.
As he placed his hand over mine.
Guiding it down, Under his jeans.
I quietly prayed.
That this was just a dream.
As he took his time,
And played with me.
The walls echoed in silence.
As I held my breath.
Slowly, wishing for my death.
Holding back all my tears.
I was overpowered by the fear.
I kept quiet, for many years.
I was only seven,
When he sucked the life,
Right out of me.
Left me scared, exposed and scarred.
And forever changed.
When my soul became,
Chained and caged.
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