So many families have them.
Skeletons in the closet.
Secrets kept in shame.
Societal violations that are deemed
too fraught with peril to speak about.
Shrouded in fear.
Fear that people will find out
about
the big
secret.
And ostracize us all.
The big shame.
But over decades, values and mores shift.
What was once so very shameful
might not be so bad, decades later.
But then again,
it might.
Time to cast off the coat that I didn’t choose to wear.
Time to peel it off, as it no longer fits.
I didn’t even put it on me, although I wore it.
After all, I was just a young girl.
A budding blossom.
My petals were stripped.
And it wasn’t my fault.
I didn’t do anything wrong.
He did.
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