His breath and hands
on my body
His words and face a mask
He only had one task
I was six
And he was ... old
But so bold
My parents were close
And yet he did
What every society forbid
To a child
Which just happened to be me
I did not know
That this blow
Will make me act
And shape my mind
And put it in a cast
That was so tight
That every fright
And thought I had
Was shaped of that one sad
Which I dismissed as not too bad
As I heard of horrors as I grew
Which put this action as not a reason to feel too bad
As really there are worse things
Which life will bring
But I could not really move on
And there was no joy
I tried with every new toy
And song
But could not just belong
The only time I felt free
Was when I was drunk like a skunk
It’s not the only reason I fuck up
I then was told to heal
I need to. Let myself. Feel
And let the child inside
Be heard
His voice needs to have its tiny song so I can finally move on
I know the man
I know his name
And I went seeking him
but it was in vain
I only now realized that I don’t really need to see him
As that’s past
And I am not dead
I can move on
The only thing that’s stops now
Is me
