No One Can Touch Me

Written About Surviving Abuse and Incest ~ by Myself a Survivor

NO ONE CAN TOUCH ME

~ AN ORIGINAL POEM

NO ONE CAN TOUCH ME

When I was young,
My world was the two of you.
You were my teachers,
and you were my role models.
From the beginning,
I learned all that I knew from you.
You the first voices I heard,
the first faces I saw.
Taught me to talk,
taught me to walk.
Taught me to stand,
taught me to fight.
For what you believe is right,
whether you were or not.
You built no illusions,
I saw the world through your eyes.
You showed me there is good
and bad in throughout all things.
That the earth can be very beautiful,
flowers, trees, animals, sunsets and rainbows.
That it is also very ugly,
people and circumstances.
That at the same time a flower blooms,
a child will die.
For every clown that delivers laughs,
there are a million unheard cries.
That at the same time you can love someone,
you can hurt them and hate them.
You were my world, my teachers,
as a child I trusted you.
You taught me there was no place in this,
your world for the dreams of an innocent child.
You taught me not to trust you,
as you violated my body, freedoms and rights.
I saw my pain through your eyes,
the eyes of an adult, the way you taught me.
As I tried to hold on to the love,
the beauty, the good, the innocence, the child.
You my role models who taught me to blame,
hide, lie, deny, justify, manipulate and pray.
As I saw you do,
I did what I thought I was suppose to do.
I could not trust anyone,
that is what you taught me.
You taught me to see
through wide eyes and survive.
You showed me good and bad,
your love and your pain.
I saw a flower bloom,
only to have it taken by you, broken and watch it wilt away.
You taught me to survive,
despite all that happened.
As you lead me to a place where I found,
NO ONE CAN TOUCH ME
You have tried to teach me,
that pain is an essential part of life.
That to have and enjoy life,
one must accept the pain and in fact embrace it.
Experience it I must maybe,
Learn from it I hope always.
Accept and embrace it,
the way you seem to take pleasure in it and crave it.
Not me,
it was You who taught me to stand.
I have excepted my life,
I have excepted you are who you are.
I may have had no choice but to accept the bad with the good,
yet you want me to accept this pain as life.
As I have watched,
you and others accept it as theirs.
You were the ones who,
taught me to fight.
I accept my life,
but reject this pain as life.
I will continue to stand,
as you have taught me.
I refuse to accept the concept,
that God intended man to live a life full of pain and suffering.
You taught me to survive,
when there is more to life than simply surviving.
I will live life,
not just simply react to it.
Because you taught me to stand,
and fight for what I believe is right.
You say I make mistakes,
I have only done much of what you taught me to do.
I don't like all I have done,
the person I was taught to become.
Did all I knew how to do,
so she could save me.
The person I believe,
she was meant to be.
I WANT TO TOUCH ME

By: Mary L. Thomas
aka Rev. Mary Thomas-Spears
Original ©1988 Revised ©2010