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house of horror
For so many years my silence, I thought was protection
You had control from the beginning to the end of your days
Mother and son, grandmother and father
Together you created the house of horrors
mom you allowed it, Edwin you inflected it
your years of lies upon lies was left unchallenged The truth was neglected and over time was ignored
sick sadistic sex between mother and son
became torture, never ending for the child I never was
it has taken most of my life to feel what I only knew as words
My closet, my hiding place, was closed and locked just a week ago, after all these years
The little girl will remain enclosed in the closet locked away for safe keeping
I am truly loved and cared about by the man who never gave up on me, my husband, David who I love with my whole heart.
I know now I will be alright, I have survived the pain and memories from the house of horror you died in......
You had control from the beginning to the end of your days
Mother and son, grandmother and father
Together you created the house of horrors
mom you allowed it, Edwin you inflected it
your years of lies upon lies was left unchallenged The truth was neglected and over time was ignored
sick sadistic sex between mother and son
became torture, never ending for the child I never was
it has taken most of my life to feel what I only knew as words
My closet, my hiding place, was closed and locked just a week ago, after all these years
The little girl will remain enclosed in the closet locked away for safe keeping
I am truly loved and cared about by the man who never gave up on me, my husband, David who I love with my whole heart.
I know now I will be alright, I have survived the pain and memories from the house of horror you died in......
Published 11th Jul 2013
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13th Jul 2013 6:43pm
I ask only for honest critique from writers here on UP concerning what I write and how it is written. I hate it when I start to argue with my self about my own self... That's all I have to say about that....
27th Jul 2013 3:00pm
Very dark and twisted, as is your mind, as is my mind. That's what the abusers do to us. All we can do is rise above it and let go of the shame if at all possible. Just the fact that you are writing about your house of horrors shows you are healing. Thank god for your husband. Sometimes we really need saving.lol Good write by the way. Sometime you can tell me your story if you'd like. I'm not quite sure I understood from your poem who was doing what to whom. Unless you wanted it that way. cause that's ok too.
Anonymous
23rd Jul 2013 3:22am
this is a very dark and very reflective piece, you did a great job with it.
3rd Mar 2014 2:22am
This write was about me, as a young child, my father and my grandmother, my fathers mother. I am healing, I closed my closet months ago with the little girl I was, for safe keeping. I have not cut my self in months. It is what it is and my hubby has never given up on me, I am blessed....
