An Ending (August 8, 2013)

Never

Sexually assaulted

By you.

But

Your actions
Raped my mind
And soul.

In destroying
A child

Filled with hope

And Dreams.

As my tears

Forms a noose

Around my neck.

Each new tear

Adds an additional loop

Until thirteen is reach

And tightened.

As the trap door

Opens.

Therisa © 2013

Author's note: Originally posted, on a peer support PTSD site, as part of my trauma diary, here. This poem deals, with the summer of 1985, and the violence that I experienced, at the hands of my younger brother, and I feel towards myself, about it.