Boy in the Closet

Boy in the closet.

Beaten, battered, bruised and scared.

Who will rescue him?

As a survivor of child abuse, I felt compelled to write something that might possibly encapsulate the trauma I experienced for so many inescapable years in my childhood. A simple Haiku seemed to be the best medium to express all that which poisoned me for so long, even into my adulthood, and spilling over to my relationships and dreams. Afterall, it's often the simple overlooked things in life which contain so much complexity and depth. My purpose in this poem was to forcefully condense into as few words as possible the deathly fear I lived through as a child. Afterall, I was once a little boy and within that little boy existed a dimension of overwhelming dread, pain, loss, and hopelessness.