Healing In Nature

THE APPALACHIAN TRAIL: A PATHWAY TO RECOVERY FROM SEXUAL VIOLENCE

Helpless to the Wolves

Numb. She finds herself Looking in a mirror at an unfamiliar face. Standing in front of her, gasping For air, as if she could not breathe; Weary eyes lay upon her, a cry for Help. She sees her pain, Maybe even mourns for the girl Nevertheless, she will never share it. Disoriented. She pressed the jagged piece of Metal into the skin. Pain, she cannot feel. It is not that she doesn't Remember the torture, the exemplary Amount of pain a human Soul could endure. The memories flood her Membrane. Chilling her every fiber.

The innocence of her youth. Then something happens, Evil triumphs and she finds herself Cornered in a black room. A sweaty palm Takes away her voice as a hand slides up her knees. He says not to tell anyone. But the memory that never fades, She was raped at nineteen. She remembers, but she cannot Feel it. Or maybe she refuses To allow herself the fortuity. A protective Strategy her brain creates to guard her heart.

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