Nothing changes and I have understood nothing.
Individual names and places, titles and faces
All abuse starts with trust.
Age and experience bring world-weary cynicism
but not to me.
I, gullible fool, want to believe in some Arthurian dream
of trust, honour and chivalry,
where men stand by their word.
I walk willingly into the arms of my abuser
bringing payment not suspicion.
Again I find myself discarded,
used and unwanted,
humiliated by my own naivety.
This time I do not have fifty years to learn.