Hiding Place
After the beatings your darkness was
my protection. My source of comfort
after the sexual assaults. Hanging clothes
were a curtain against the evil.
Blankets on the floor held me close
and secure. As a child you were my favorite
friend. My hiding place.
powerful and moving!
thank you for sharing and glad you had the “my favorite friend. My hiding place.”
Thank you Carol. Unfortunately it was too true.
Oliver
Touching, hugs.
Thank you for both
Oliver
Sobering, powerful. A great, painful story very well told. Thank you.
Thank you Mark. Yes it was very painful
Oliver
Such a chilling crisp poem. So effective – each word chosen intentionally. Wow!
Thanks Tina. Unfortunately truly happened.
Oliver