In a candlelit room, with her long flowing black skirt trailing behind her, she gently quietly walks searching what she has yet to know as she walks this mysterious path. As she reaches the path's dead end, she looks up at the only window in the room. As she looks up at the moonlit window she remembers hidden away memories of a past she long since forgotten, she falls weakly down to her knees holding her face gently against her hands terrified with her tears one by one falling down to the stone ground beneath her. She looks up at the moon once more holding her hands against her chest filled with pain, as she wonders if she'll ever be able to move on from this pain and fear or if she'll forever relive these memories like chains that tightens each time she tries to forget them.
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Poetry Written Cuddled With My Pillow by Laina Aurelius
PoesíaA series of poetry written based on my traumatic experiences involving most of a childhood and teen years of sexual abuse by multiple people and a marriage with being forced into temporary polygamy until he realized that he was going to lose me if i...
