This poem comes from a short-story I wrote. Well the short-story is TRUE, it happened to ME. This poem was written on January 28th, 1999 to get my feelings out and let my emotions be heard after what had happened only 11 days prior. If I couldn't have a voice at the time at least I could write my thoughts.
The Aftermath
The tears are pouring from my eyes
I'm suffocating, cannot breathe
my head is screaming
"Why did this happen to me?"
The pain is real, I cannot feel
no emotions only fear
my screams were deaf, only for me,
my pleas did anyone hear?
Running in circles, running away
trying to wither and hide
the tears flow on and on
inside of me I am not strong.
My dignity and pride have failed
still have my life, still have my son
but my spontaneity, my spark
have been taken away, now are gone.
Cannot feel good about myself
though prayer and love preside
don't want to let myself out again
want to stay closed up and hide.
The entire story? My title page says this:
"There is no other term I can think of that can describe what happened so I must entitle this: MY RAPE (January 17, 1999)"
Cougz
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