by Michelle Willoughby

Created on: November 05, 2009

Memories shadowbox in my mind, how could this have happened my thoughts become intertwined, such pain and guilt, accompany the shame. Who's fault is this really who will except this bitter blame. The damage has been done, I live with an amount of torture will I ever really be the same again. Abuse of any kind leaves a mark not seen by the natural eye, it takes years to heal from the fear, the shock, why did he do this to me.

I am someone's sister, daughter, friend and aunt. It's my choice whether to live on or let a part of me die, countless nights I tossed and turned groaned and cried. Just seeing a man gave me chills, knowing the capacity of what they can do when they force their will. Can I ever love again? And be completely whole, will I be willing to dance with romance once more, to be opened to the touch of a man armed with a tender kiss. Or will I stay coldblooded like a snake with a viper hiss. This is a choice that only I can make, so I will take one day at a time, as my thoughts occasionally run back and rewind, things will get better and better in time.

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