In That Chair,

In that chair,  I saw your pain  the replaying of your own shame, your trauma, your  story.  He is only seven,  everything is now broken.  My marriage is suffering,  my pain is building,  my child could’ve been a  drug addict, a failure,  anything.  Anything but a victim  of sexual abuse.  anything.  how?  why?  will I survive?  Am I enough?

In that chair,

I saw your pain

the replaying of your own shame, your trauma, your

story.

He is only seven,

everything is now broken.

My marriage is suffering,

my pain is building,

my child could’ve been a

drug addict, a failure,

anything.

Anything but a victim

of sexual abuse.

anything.

how?

why?

will I survive?

Am I enough?