Gulshan Banas (II Year)
The following poem is a reflection on my personal experience of child sexual abuse and how it has impacted my identity.
Rats lie in the corners of my home
These corners, untouched by sunshine
Barely alive and filthy
For years, are reeking
Of same and fear.
Under my comfortable pillows and beneath the steaming cup of coffee.
These dark corners of my home
Exist somewhere, known yet forgotten
My home, with its large windows
Is filled with light and colours
It’s bright and welcoming.
The dark corners of my home lie hidden
Behind the bookshelves, beneath the bed
My dark memories, like filthy emaciated rats
Lie hidden in these corners
Their stench suppressed.
Wiped out from me.
Will the corners of my home always be gloomy? Only time will tell.