Letter to the Editor

I am finally okay

Friday, April 25, 2014

Cold Hands

Drowning already

But you push me down

And holding on tight

Begging for air

But you don't care

You hold me down

Push me further

I can't breathe

You just get larger

And I get smaller

Your cold hands grabbing me

Killing my self-esteem

I lay there

Nothing to do but dream

Dream that someday this will change

And life will be rearranged

I won't be alone anymore

Hiding from you

With nothing to do

Free from your cold grasp

Pulling me into the darkness

It will no longer last

-- Written by a sexual abuse survivor

Submitted by CAASA

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