by Elizabeth Nauman

Little girl there's no need to fear

I'm going to heal from these horrifying years

but in order for me to move forward

you have to listen to these words with courage

the abuse was not your fault

there was no way for you to scream for help


Little girl I need you to understand

he can no longer hurt you with the touch of his hand

he's far away from you

I know what he did makes you feel very, very blue

but a better life awaits

so you can stop planning your escape


Little girl you have to stop blaming yourself

it's okay to let go and get up 

you don't need to haunt me anymore

I'm dealing with your memories hard core

one day I'll sew up these broken wings

so let go of all your hatred and be free


Little girl you have to stop playing your tricks

you're holding me hostage at the wrists

you have to let go for good this time

so I can get myself together and be fine

you have to stop pretending you're okay

our paths have crossed and I know you're in a broken state


Little girl it's not too late

our soul can come back from the grave

but your shadow is holding me back

I need you to lay down and relax

I promise this nightmare will come to an end

I'm no longer afraid of myself or him


Little girl I'm not trying to forget you

you've done an incredible job holding on to this as I grew

so lay down your head and rest 

I'm going to take this painful load off your chest

the healing is coming but not in one piece

but don't worry, I promise it's coming please believe


Little girl it's time for you to rest in peace

so put the past behind you and breathe

go back and play on the swing

remember the days before you had broken wings

we may never get justice for this crime

but finally, you can now rest until the end of time 

Author’s note: I was sexually abused from ages 7-9 by a close family friend.  At 16, I came out with the abuse and got into therapy. I was diagnosed with PTSD and Generalized anxiety disorder.  Just getting up every morning was an accomplishment for me during high school.  I was battling myself while trying to be just like all my peers.  Everything just felt like 100% harder than it should have been.  I still struggle a little bit these days in college, but I'm becoming stronger everyday.  Below is a poem I wrote at 17 about the struggle to be free from the PTSD.  


PoemSamantha Schutz