In Stunned Silence: A Poem for Male Survivors Of Sexual Abuse

In stunned silence,
How could this be?
How could a thing like this happen to me?

I am…
Not a child.
I am…
Not a female.
And I am strong.

And yet it happened,
To me.

I, want to scream,
I, want to cry,
I, want to be angry.

And yet I sit here…
In stunned silence.

Please believe me,
Please ask me,
Please help me,
Please…
Break the stunned silence.

I am,
A strong male.

I am,
6’2″, 184 pounds.

I have,
Forty four percent muscle mass.

And yet I cannot speak,
Silenced by others,
Quieted by disbelief,
Laughed at,
By those who do not care.

But I must say something,
Because I deserve to heal,

And I no longer want to be in…
Stunned silence.

Written by Amy Marschak

I see men who are victims of sexual abuse sometimes silenced by our society and I wanted to speak up. So I wrote this poem for male survivors of sexual assault. All survivors deserve to heal.  I have more ideas for healing from sexual abuse at https://healingfromsexualabuse.com/category/ideas-for-healing-from-abuse/ and a great resource for male survivors is at https://www.malesurvivor.org.

I am an Improv Poet, who has been writing poetry and acting since I was a little girl. You can find more of my written poems at https://www.epoemsaboutlife.com/ (and in my book “Poetry for All Those Breathing”) and my improv poems at https://www.ImprovPoet.com.

 

About Amy Marschak

I have been writing since I was little and found myself bored but yet still trapped in a classroom. So instead of staring out the windows at school, I would write poetry in the margins of all of my school notes. And in this way I could pass the time without having to listen to the teacher when they were being boring or depressing. A few of these poems are in my first book “Poetry for All Those Breathing” which is now in its Seventh Printing. Poetry has always been a way for me to be heard by my family. If I would simply state how I felt, I would frequently be ignored but if I wrote it as a poem, what I had to say would be listened to. Sometimes my parents would even cry when they heard my poetry.