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It hasn’t been easy today…

I’ve been falling a lot. My swollen thigh causes my other hip to be strained and my leg gives way. I fall. Usually on carpet, but my dining room has floorboards, and the kitchen is tiled.

I am nervous of cooking as I don’t know when I will fall. I haven’t eaten properly for 3 days.

My daughter is angry with me. I’m not certain why.

On Friday evening I remembered a school friend, and then I remembered my friends asking me about marks on my neck which were very identifiable. I told lies to hide the shame of the one who put them there.

My mother put them there. She sexually abused me. I remember wriggling, crying and yelling and she laughed.

It was her imputed shame I felt.

I am okay. I am coming to terms with this.

By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by madswirl.com and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

10 replies on “It hasn’t been easy today…”

Some tough things to hear. I don’t know what else to say than that I wish you a nice day today. You know the things about one day at a time… I wish you all best.

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