A distant
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And muffled knock
From the past.
Upon
A heavy door
I dare not open.
As fear
And self-loathing
Fill my soul
To overflowing.
In grabbing
Whatever
I can
To barricade it.
Still
It grows louder
In my mind.
As
The barriers collapse.
Leaving me
Reliving the abuse
All over
Again.
Therisa © 2016
Author's note: For those, who don't know, I'm a survivor, of childhood abuse, by my younger brother. Even though, its been almost, a decade, since I last seen him, I still get these flashbacks, of the violence, he did, to my mom and I. For years, my mentally constructed doors, kept these memories, at a distance, until August 14, 2007, when a very severe panic attack, destroyed my defences, and these memories flooded me.
