You have drugged me
By your presence
The deep hurt
Painted in a look

Oh so perfect face

I find my childhood
In your eyes
Belts and cutting words
Your arms show all
A map of sorts
Brought you to me
Betrayal, brutality
Blood red rage, blinding

An innocent...only thirteen
A sleeping child awoke
By men yielding swords
That cut, wielding power
You powerless, panicked
And a decade later
You still swat blindly
As the enemy approaches

I cannot forgive this

You find no peace in sleep
I want only to wrap
A blanket, swaddle you
To a quiet, safe place

Love lost long ago
By monsters let out
Of a cage-their
Rampage became yours
And knowing not what to do
You retaliate against you

Look in my eyes and believe

You’re back in school
Go to the chalkboard
Erase the mistakes
As if they never happened
They were not yours
You did not make them

You were simply a boy
No more, no less
Like any other boy
Go to your desk
Open a book
Make your own story
Create your own ending
Select a stellar cast
Of characters- you choose

Place yourself center stage
Slay the dragons, the fire
Bring the shadows to light
Bask in the glow as you
Bow down, the applause
Drowns out all that was
Do this every day

Practice makes perfect

Repeat, repeat, repeat
Mirror my eyes
See love, feel love
Know love...can last
Make room and reside safely
In the comfort of a touch
The softness of a kiss
Embracing all that’s good
And pure and given
Change your words
The pattern of pain
No longer works

Know that there is always

Happiness resides in you
Around you, surrounds you
An imperfect ending
Reach, stretch out
Live out all that
You wish for
In dreams it seems
Possible, know that
The reality is now
You only have
To decide
When

Nice

Is this your way of self help therapy !

i know such a boy, so much easier said than done, but you captured it gracefully.

I do use writing for therapy...but I was not a boy who was repeatedly gang raped every night for 8 months at a Christian boot camp. This writing is for him.

pkd, well written..

Aye, never forgive that type of love... inspirational... thank-you.

There is always something that seems to align our own lives with that of another. Perhaps it is the pen that knows how to etch into a soul. Thank you for
this.

So true Sadie. People come into our lives to forever change them. It's as if we've known them before or can feel down to their soul. Either way it is meant to be.