"Why
do you weep?" they ask.
"Because I was sexually abused as a
child," I say.
"But that's over. You're an adult now.
Get on with your life," they say.
"My life was taken by my abuser,"
I say.
"Forget it. Get on with your life now,"
they repeat.
"My life?" I question. “I
don't even know who I am.
I hid myself so totally so that others would
not know,
that I even hid myself from myself."
They look at me uncomprehendingly.
"I kept quiet because I was ashamed,
but
now I can see that it was not my fault
and I will not carry my secret any longer,"
I explain.
"Why are you dredging up all of this
now?" they ask.
And I see that I have NOT reached them,
But the world needs to know, and
I will keep quiet no longer because of their
judgments.
"Why do you weep?" they ask.
