Unspeakable Acts
5/4/92
Here comes that feeling again;
Intrusive images of unspeakable acts
Perpetrated upon me by my mother;
And I struggle to breathe - I need to flee!
Here comes the little girl again, silently screaming in darkness,
Signaling memories of unspeakable acts,
Too terrible to voice to another soul,
And I flee to my safe place and pray for oblivion!
Here comes the pain again,
Terrible, consuming visions of unspeakable acts,
That leave me terrified and huddled in my bed,
Overwhelmed, horrified, and praying for death!
Here comes the grief again, and
Never-ending images of unspeakable acts,
That frighten me into crying out for help,
Shaken, heartsick, longing for relief!
Here come the tears again,
As I tell you about unspeakable acts,
And you challenge me to look at your face
And find disgust there!
Here comes the hope again,
As I look into your eyes
And I find only compassion and caring,
And I start to want to live again!