This is how healing Feels, Clean, Safe, Quietly Hidden, and Beautiful
by Gabriel Orion Marie
A blog exploring recovering from childhood sexual abuse
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the menace had been that good, that precise
that even a little girl felt trapped -- when writing alone
he scared her to a point where it was easier to forget
and erase the page
the menace that is at every turn,
and leaves her chasing butterflies, in the fields
-- Is was but years later
She remembered why, why the fairy dust circle was there
It was for the monsters -- for that ugly smiling one
-- Hidden in the cupboard, dark
Her fathers smile would bring her nightmares
Screams, of weird fright, illusions of the night
-- Nightmare under the covers, dare to be spoken
The circling fan, that made noises, praying
The creaks, squeals and whistles -- as she listened to his footsteps
-- Noises that go bump in the night, it was real
She would sit in her circle, protected
A childs' remedy -- a childs' delight, safe in her minds eye
-- Today in her office
Sits a circle painting, slowly she smiles
And she stares at it, softly -- as they walk into the room