It starts to creep back in if I do not keep writing.
First the dreams ~ then the flashbacks ~ filling an apparently normal life ~ so many years after being free from abuse.
But there he is riding an old blue bicycle in my dream ~ my nightmare ~ of trying to hide from him.
There he is in my feelings of anger of not having enough money and remembering how much he extorted from me.
There is he in each double take I do on so many motorcycles I see each day.
There he is in my ongoing attempt to get my family to read my survival stories.
There he is in so many memories that I thought I had forgotten.
So many days that I thought were over.
So many years that I left behind.
The Atrocity that was once my life ~
There he is in my courage to heal.
My courage to share.
My courage to reveal.
There he is in my hidden truth.
My secrets and lies.
There he is in my quest to help others.
My quest to share my hope for a better day.
I will keep his memory alive.
To help others live ~
Abuse free ~