Ashamed

Most nights
I cry
alone
burdened
by the thoughts
your darkness
has placed me in
praying
somehow
you could
untouch me

So tired
of feeling
your unwelcomed hands
invade my soul's
privacy

So tired
of the burning anger
you created
within me

It is
as if
I cannot breathe
and I
cannot hide
it is
as if
I am no longer whole
and I
want to die
this is the pain
you've caused
and it rages
so deeply
like a secret
I'm too ashamed to tell
you
took from me
innocence


And now
tonight
like most
other nights
I cry
wishing you could
somehow
untouch me
so that I would know
what it feels like
to be me
once again

Beautiful poem. Such flow in your words.