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Poetry By Bethany K

NOT MY SECRET...overcoming the shame of sexual abuse

The loneliness is palpable.

The silence is piercing.

My sound machine,

Wooshing its air,

Blocking out…

Noise?

The ringing in my ears?

I question,

Why did I turn it on?

Habit.

There is no sound to block.

Just the screaming loneliness.

Loneliness.

If you look at the word long enough

You think it must be spelled incorrectly.

So lonely,

That you’ve found yourself staring at a word.

For longer than you realize.

I’ve stared too long.

The english language has blurred.

As I have blended in with the walls

Like I knew I eventually

would.

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