Cockroach No More: Rescued and Redeemed

I am like a cockroach.

Like an untouchable,

Smelly, black creature

That crawls through the darkness,

Running for its life.

No one wants to look at me.

No one wants to acknowledge my existence.

If they were to step on me

The smell would be too great.

I cannot be in the same place as ordinary humans,

For it would make them uncomfortable.

They cannot be around what they don’t understand.

My shame is unbearable.

My ex-husband molested my daughter

When she was five years old.

Here is my story.