As a victim of childhood sexual abuse, I know personally how traumatic a few minutes can be in the life of a child.

A FIRST GOODBYE by vanilla Bright:…

Perhaps I’ve made myself a mat and thrown me on the floor
And hoped that I could live with that. If so, it’s true no more.
A doormat has no right to shout ’bout any walking feet
Hope is gone with what I shout, “My feet are on the street”