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Dreams Interrupted
My childhood dreams were
interrupted by a father’s hand
resting on desires I could not
understand. I was filled and
emptied with each passing of his
hardened lust over the
pink silk that separated us.
On most nights, our visits
ended mercifully with the
quivering hum of his voice.
interrupted by a father’s hand
resting on desires I could not
understand. I was filled and
emptied with each passing of his
hardened lust over the
pink silk that separated us.
On most nights, our visits
ended mercifully with the
quivering hum of his voice.
Published 22nd Jul 2023
| Edited 23rd Jul 2023
Author's Note
Continuing to reconstruct memories of my father. Editing illustrations is also therapeutic to me.
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The author encourages honest critique.
23rd Jul 2023 6:26am
Are you sure this is a good idea, Lauryn? However, I do feel confident we will all support you during this difficult time, whatever you choose to share with us.
23rd Jul 2023 1:21pm
I understand your concern. I haven't told my therapist much about my sharing here. Not sure she would approve but I'll leave out any identifying details. This has been a supportive community of writers for me (so far) but thank you for your concerns. You've very thoughtful.
23rd Jul 2023 5:43pm
You won't be the first writer to share experiences of abuse when younger on DUP. As to this poem, favourite phrase (it almost rhymes on its own):
interrupted by a father’s hand
resting on desires I could not
understand
interrupted by a father’s hand
resting on desires I could not
understand
24th Jul 2023 1:49am
We are for you if you need to talk. You are brave strong person for sharing. Keep on writing.
