It is time…

I have lead a blessed life full of family and friends, and never TRULY wanting for anything. I have always fancied myself a writer, and over the years have made short-lived attempts at writing poetry or journaling, but whenever anything difficult came up, I would stop. The reason for this is that I have carried a dark secret. As a child, I was raped, and for four years after that, I suffered many abuses. Now, as I grow older, and near retirement age, it is time to purge these memories – it is time to write it all down, in whatever form it may take, and no matter how painful or frightening it may be.

Mary's promise

 

Submitted online by Mary.

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