Secret Spaces
The cool of green shade
steps to a secret place
locked doors of a shed
the innocence of childhood lost
in a matter of minutes
and no one knew
for years and years and years
dare break the silence even now
Grandpa did a naughty
and it remained
forgotten for years
until you shared your story
of what happened to you
there were other times
of lesser evil
but sketched in memory
enough to sting
even now
so many decades later
I have forgiven
but no longer forgotten
from so early in life
I adored him
the trust
etched deep wounds
though the misdemeanors minor
by most standards
just enough to give pause
if I see a secret place
all too inviting
for the sins
of
a forbidden intimacy
just enough to
add guilt and shame and fear
where they do not belong
inside me
in stillness
in the shade
June 24, 2014 | Categories: Animal & Landscape Photographs, Anxiety, Asperger's & Autism, Bipolar Disorder, Depression and Mania, Nature Photography, Poetry, Segments and references to my memoir, Uncategorized | Tags: Barns, Broken trust, Child abuse, Childhood Memories, Childhood shame, Early childhood, Grandpa, Grandparents, Hidden places, Incest, Landscape Photography, Memoir, Pedophilia, Poetry, Sexual abuse | 30 Comments