Trapped

By Selia

It's sad when survival is all you've got. I want life, I want choice, I want freedom from these chains you have given me, this chastity belt that you have burdened me with. I want my life back, I want to love and be loved and live guilt free. I want to adore my body and use it freely for the loving, beautiful art form that SEX can be. I want to know why my mum and dad didn't do more to protect me. I want to know why I have not been given the voice to speak out and ask these things because I am scared of blaming the people I love most for what I have become. I want to be brave enough to ask these questions but I cant because I fear I may never love them, the same way again. I want the opportunity to see HIM, IT, THE ABUSER, suffer and beg for mercy at my wrath. I want blood and terror and fear and shame in ITS eyes. I want to understand the concept of 'forgiveness' but I cannot. I am not ready yet. But most of all I want to forget.

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