You stole it from me. Why after all those years of sexual abuse Is it I who had to pay for your sick excuse. Grandfather, father and neighbour make three. You all should be ashamed of what you did to me. It all started at the age of three. I was the one who felt blamed. I was the one who got shamed. I lost my childhood my innocence my dreams. So you get away Scott free it seems. Years of flashbacks and panic attacks. Chip on my shoulders I had them in stacks. My body a coffin so cold so stiff the weight I would gain. Anger bottled up surrounding me with grief and pain. Will I ever be able to feel sane again? Powerless against what you did to my life. The shell I have around me don’t crack it for I will fall. If no other defence around I built a wall up from the ground. I have only bits and pieces I have found. Not much of a memory I have left around. What memories I have left today For the inner child I do pray With you in my life you stole my innocence away. I have nothing left today. No family no memory no life and no trust. No will to live but I know that I must. Court day is coming now it’s your ass they will bust. Written By, Louise Maltais

Louise Maltais

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