Will I Break?

What I’ve blanked out

Of my Memory,

Should I now know?

 

Days go by when

I hide behind the

Walls of my dread~

Cowering in the corner

Where no sunbeam

Will reach.

 

What put me there

Is beyond what I

Can say~ the Memories

That I keep are more

Thank I can handle~

What of the hidden?

 

Will I lose self

If I begin to

Scratch at

The walls?

 

Will I topple?

Will I break?

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About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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