Emotional imprints of incestual experience
Remain permanently engraved upon my memory
Visually reminded of the scars
As I gaze upon my naked form
Remnants of a child cleverly hidden
Inside the shell of my womanly body
Forced to accept responsibilities of adulthood
Though I have never tasted the innocence of childhood
For he has partaken of my innocence many times
And it fastly became a tainted innocence
One of which
Leaves a bad taste in my mouth
Emotional imprints remind me, this is reality
Surviving incest is my option
My biggest challenge to accept that I will always be healing
Yet....I will never be healed
(c) by Jaeda DeWalt
