My Teddy Bear

I had been in my late 20's before I ever told anyone about the sexual abuse that happened to me as a child. The only one knew what was happening as a little girl was my teddy bear. I still have this teddy bear too.

You sit on my pillow

Sometimes I take you along,

But at night in my bed,

I hold you very tight.

In your ear, I've whispered

My little girl secrets and fears.

I've told you my darkest secret

That nobody else knows.

After it happens, I lay on my bed

And squeeze you tight.

I'm scared, but can't tell

Anyone except you.

No one can hear me cry,

So I bury my face into you.

You let me cry

And soak up my tears.

I wipe my face;

Take a deep breath;

For I must go out and play

As if nothing happened at all.