What your poem stresses is that we have to break the silence in order to heal. Keeping the secret harms us in so many ways. The implication of keeping the secret is that it's our fault and not that of the abuser. When we stay shut up we feel like we are still controlled by the abuser and what he did. And if we can't talk about it, how do we avoid the conclusion that somehow the abuse was what we deserved?
Those are all such totally false feelings. Breaking the secret is a huge step for anyone to take, no doubt about it. But in the end that's where healing begins.
And in fact even those of us who feel we could never break the secret have in part already done so - just by coming here to talk.
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me. (Woody Guthrie)