the secret

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Holding it in,
Holding on tight to my secrets in life.
'Don't say a word' I remember him say
'or I will kill you like I nearly did yeterday'.

The guilt and the blame
not to mention the shame.
The degredation of the acts
memories and flashbacks.

A 13 year sentence
Thats what I'v served.
No doubt I will be emtionally prosecuted more,
With the pain of that time searing through my core.

This secret follows me, haunts me, unnerves me.
Disorientated in the right from the wrong.
Surely I could not have let all that go on.
Dissasociated from what really went on.

This secret of mine has now been unleashed.
I passed it on with knowledge and wisdom.
Accepting and calm is how I sung my song.
Believed, embraced and told what happened was wrong.

Why did I not tell them when I was so young?
of the vile fetishes of that really old man
A man twice my age
Evil and enraged.

Now there is no secret
I can move on
I can now sing a song of love and respect
My secret is gone.
Thank you to those who helped sing my song
and gave me the power and enlightment to move on.