What my childhood could have been,

should have been,

but was not.

Family vacations,

weekend bar-b-ques,

with photo albums full

of happy memories,

these things did not exist.





I have plenty.


Oh, how it could have been,

how it should have been …







silent cries into the darkness.


it was not.

Not my childhood,

not my memories.


I long for


I strive for


For the life, I live now,

and will live from this point forward.

It was not glorious then,

but it can be now

I have a choice.

I choose



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  1. Hello, Shanon. You have chosen a difficult journey. Your post, “Glorious,” invites to share in your pain. I don’t remember if I was abused as a child, but I have lived with mental illness for 41 years. There was trauma along the way. I was sexually abused when I left the safety of my home in a confused state, wandering through the highway. It is so difficult to write or speak about it. But you are a prolific writer, and I am touched by your post. Thank you.

    1. Thank you so much for your kind words. This journey is definitely not for the faint of heart. I want to share so that other survivors know they aren’t alone, and so loved ones of survivors know what we deal with daily. πŸ™‚

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