"The pain of the act was beyond expression. The pain of the shame that I've carried all these years far exceeds it and its ongoing. Everyday its there ready to pounce on me. It has raped my life repeatedly. I don't know how to make it stop."

Maybe I can make It stop by speaking out about what was done, but I can't find my voice. Shall I write It? draw It out? Paint a mural on a wall to shout It out to the world? There's a voice Inside me that wants to scream It loud thereby releasing the weight that hangs on my shoulders, but that voice wont escape my lips. I am wounded and  damaged, screaming and yelling and yet no one can hear through these chains that bind the skin on my lips shut. I tear at the skin, pulling to release the chains, yet fail. I wish to speak, but how?