Prachi tiwari

Drama Tragedy

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Prachi tiwari

Drama Tragedy

The 5 year old

The 5 year old

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I have no memory of before

Only stains remain since that fateful date

The day you stole my childhood

Nothing was to be the same

I, 5 years small baby girl


Your decision to touch me by force or fear

You were the raider of innocence.

The sanctuary of the bedroom

Replaced with tears, fear, disbelief and dread

Hear your feet climbing the stairs,

Opening the door walking towards my bed


I held my breath, wishing I was asleep and thinking.. Not again,

Only to be scared wide awake

As you acted out your sick desire

I screamed for mom as loud as I could.. but I can’t !!!

Only silence was to be …

So many family near

So near to be saved

From the beast within my room


My world collapsed in so many ways..

The fear will never be forgotten

Your touch like a cold claw,

Tearing at my clothes as silence and horror took me

Praying the invasion will be quick

What to say?

How to explain?

Thinking Can I tell mom but when? What she will do if she knows.


I was trapped until the day you flew the nest

I was at last free to rest

But it didn’t end there

Too simple an ending I would wish


Some hurt never recover

Some cuts too deep to heal

Memories never forgotten

I hid behind a mask for years to come.

suddenly, I became mature I had to be to hide the pain and shame

Too many what happen in my life, Minds try to forget, bury, and conceal

Passing of years ease guilt and shame,

Until one day the world implodes

To the memory of the frightened girl

The love for my mum I would not see her hurt

To allow such pain and sadness on a soul already heavy

I have asked myself so many times

Why ? Why? Why me?

I will never know or comprehend the vile act you did bestow

Too late for excuses, too late for sorrows

This is your guilt, your secret, your shame.

I will tell my story to those that ought to know

To explain my disconnect, moods, behavior it may help

To some, it will bring upset and asking of questions

For the survivor, there is always more

For you, your fair share is on its way.

So, I am where I am

A survivor, a silent statistic

But I am no longer that scared frightened child.

Revenge nor forgiveness are not for me

There are innocents here I am aware

But my voice will be heard

So my baby girl, women, baby boy, brother, and Man it is up to you,

Unlike me, you have a choice.


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