I’ve been writing for years now

Taking every aspect of my life and putting it on paper

Morphing it into a story I could read

Over and over again

Until I no longer needed to

But there was one thing I could never get myself to write

One thing where every time I tried

The pencil wouldn’t connect with the paper

And the truth is

I don’t know how to write it

Saying you hurt me isn’t enough

Saying you took something

Or broke something

Doesn't give justice to what you did

The word pain

Never described what I felt

Horrifying

Can’t describe what happened

But maybe that’s ok

Maybe I’ll just keep it right next to me

Tucked away in my little box of trauma

Until it can make its way onto the page