Stains of Shame

I stood and shed those tears of shame,
The day that you raped me,
I felt unclean I had to shower,
Afraid the world could see.
As I scrubbed till my pubes were red,
I couldn’t cleanse away my pain,
The one that hides so deep within.
The one, that’s my new STAIN.
Little did you know or care.
Of the suffering you gave to me,
As now deep inside my tortured womb
A wretched life, an innocent, is she.

You took away my self-esteem,
Yes now, conception through your desire,
You forced me against my will.
You stole away my fire.
That bridge looked tempting the other day,
The sleeping pills, inviting too,
The hot tub and the brandy
The razor, my wrists, the loo.

But then I stopped and laughed with joy,
Inside me grows new life,
My baby girl would never know,
The suffering you gave your wife.
So as I grow, past my shame,
My sufferings, torments and pain.
I’ll try to forget you forever my dear,
Just a distant memory,
and the ghost of an invisible STAIN.

By John Elliott aka Oaky Wood ©2006

Authors Info:-

John Elliott has dedicated this poem to a new e-book called “The 8 Invisible Stains of Our Souls” by Luella May http://stains.thecorner4women.com who is also the co-founder of http://thecorner4women.com and is sponsored by http://DipetaneSoutheast.com

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