Poetry: “The Day She Met Evil” & The Stories: Part 5.

Fact number 5: “I was sexually abused as a child”.

I have decided I will not write the story to this one. I wrote poetry instead. I was really hoping I could just write the story down, give it away and it wouldn’t be mine anymore. But the guilt in me says that this is my burden to bear.

 If there are any parents here reading; no, your child will not just tell you, no matter how many times you have told her/him. The monsters have words too and they are a lot scarier than yours. Your child will not just tell you so stop being stupid. The child you know will most likely become someone else in situations like these. So open your fucking eyes so maybe you can actually see if your child is changing, so you can do something about it before this child too dies. Put down your fucking phone/ipad/laptop for two fucking minutes and see your child.


“The day she met evil”

 

The day she met evil

She was twelve years old

She was a child

She was naïve

And she did what she was told

 

The day she met evil

She was still a normal girl

She knew nothing of boys or bodies

She learnt fast….

And into a small ball she would curl

 

The day she met evil

He closed the door

Out was the girl

And in was the horror

As she looked down at that floor

 

The day she met evil

I still remember it so clear

I can feel his hands

I can feel his mouth

I can hear his threats

That girl I once was, I watched her disappear

 

The day she met evil

So vivid in my mind

I can still hear that door close

The girls desperate eyes searching

But no comfort she would find

 

The day she met evil

He closed the door

And opened the one to suicide

The woman still feels guilt

The man that was evil should be dead.

The girl had her childhood denied

 

The day she met evil

The girl in me died

 

~ Becca ~

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20 Comments Add yours

  1. I hope he’s dead. The least he deserves.

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  2. Herbert Uba says:

    Oh, this is unfortunate. I hope you forgave him. Not to sound presumptuous, but people who abuse are for the most part broken themselves.

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    1. Rebecca says:

      I have not forgiven him. To be honest, it has never even crossed my mind to even think about forgiving him. Maybe some day. Have to forgive myself first.

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      1. Herbert Uba says:

        Well, perhaps this will give you some food for thought. There was a case in the U.S. a few years ago where a father was convicted for having child pornography and also for sexually abusing his step daughter. He was outright disappointed in himself and everyone was surprised that he would do this; most people who knew him were willing to stand as character witnesses for him. Whilst in remand prison, he started complaining about migraines, they investigated the matter and deduced that he had a tumor. The tumor was removed and his pedophilia was evidently cured. After a while, another tumor developed in the same place and he was investigated to have started developing the urges. It was removed and he has been normal ever since. I’m not saying that it was the same case with your abuser but I have read around enough and experienced enough of how awful we can be unconsciously or with little control. Things are almost always never the way they seem. Giving someone the benefit of the doubt is the greatest gift you can ever give. Giving this gift to those who seemingly least deserve makes you all the more better than most people.

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        1. Rebecca says:

          But is there any point in forgiving him when he is most likely dead? I understand what you are saying, I really do. And you have definitely given me food for thought.

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          1. Herbert Uba says:

            If he is alive I’m sure it would mean the world hearing you say that you forgive him. He has probably been beating himself up for numerous years now. On the other hand, forgiving him extinguishes any negative energy on your part that might have built up from the experience and sidelines his memory from defining how you chose to live your life.

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            1. Rebecca says:

              No, he hasn’t. I wasn’t the only one.

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              1. Herbert Uba says:

                I see. Sorry, hey…

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                1. Rebecca says:

                  Thank you for your wise words 😊

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                  1. Herbert Uba says:

                    Not at all…☺

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  3. No. Must be #DEAD. No other way around.
    Mmmm, we need John Wick!

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    1. Rebecca says:

      I assume he is dead. He was old when it happened.

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  4. No. This story about tumor is just no no no=wrong. Dead or suffering+dead = is a better story in my eyes. I’d even watch it & laugh. #TheKindaGurLIAM

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    1. Rebecca says:

      In my mind he is burning in hell.

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  5. Rob says:

    This sickens me beyond belief and I wish there was something I could do to ease this burden. You didnybask for it you didn’t deserve it and I hope the man who did it goes straight to fucking eternal bell and damnation. I’m so sorry for this Bec you showed incredible courage and bravery writing this piece it became a burden to bear, but it is not for you to bear it. One day you will let it go, and a part of you will be whole again

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  6. Rebecca says:

    Rob! Play nice….

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Rob says:

      Just delete the comment

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  7. yassy says:

    Oh God. This is so terrible. My heart cries for you. No words can express .

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