Hi Geeky Gramma, what a hauntingly beautiful poem. 
Your words strike through me. They are visceral, ringing out, echoing.
I hope those monsters are leaving you alone now. I hope you are OK.

Your words strike through me. They are visceral, ringing out, echoing.
I hope those monsters are leaving you alone now. I hope you are OK.



Perhaps I will post some less triggering extracts from this chapter when I have finished it. It's important to understand the whys and hows, to make sense of what happened, and what could happen again, although I think that's unlikely because I am more conscious and knowledgeable now, and have some self-love to protect me.
I think that happens to me sometimes, and I don't mind it at all. It's like an escapism. I always find your posts sensitively written, and you do seem to have a knack with words.