the nostalgia of
leaving
city traffic behind
and the excitement of
arriving home
is comforting
but somehow
familiar threatens
me today
afterall, it was
a wolf
from my family’s pack
who touched me
unasked
and I detested
myself
for years,
running away
from own shadow
pretending to be gold
when dipped in mud
until I came to
this smoky
city
and a stranger
told me
to take care of my skin
and not despise it,
to uncover the scars
of past abuse
and let it heal
in the fresh air of God,
to voice the real experience
no matter how dark
and fight against
the lecherous man
hiding inside
the walls of home…
(Sexual Abuse is a real issue. And not talking about it doesn’t make it disappear. We hide such incidents because we are afraid of society’s reaction and our image being ruined. But take it from someone who was as scared as you are today.
Scar stretches with time, it doesn’t heal. It just keeps growing beneath the skin and kills the positive aura. Until the day, we say no more and fight against it in our own unique ways.
So, are you ready to heal yourself with me?
Are you ready to be brave enough to bestow some kindness and honesty to the person you powder in the mirror everyday?)
