you walk past the same frame house every single day for years
one day you walk past and the house is gone
in its place are smoking embers
you didn’t see the fire but you know there was one
the smoking embers, the heat in the air
its the effects that tell you the truth
and so it can be with memory of sexual abuse
the fire that burned me to the ground
some days i only know it from the embers
childhood sexual abuse lives on for generations
the abused child grows up and her children have a wounded mother
she sees, hears, speaks, thinks, feels through the filter of her wounds
she means no harm
she loves them with all she's got
it's just all she's got
can't remember
won't remember
there's nothing to remember
and then.....there it is
once upon a time there was a princess who wasn't
she had been given a potion and was under a spell
although a bit foggy she performed her princess duties faithfully
until she was exiled
(the Queen took care of that)
alone she awakened to find herself in a dark place called Reality
Reality being a wicked foe she embraced a new magic potion called Denial
as she grew up she cleverly found even more potions and spirits that lifted her Spirit
until they didn't
eventually she found the gift of Self
what a lovely reunion
there has been much celebration since that day
including most recently the awareness of the CHARMed life she enjoys
she is truly a Child Healing as an Adult Recovering from Molestation
