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Broken

May 30, 2016
By Anonymous

I woke up yesterday
feeling
     Beautiful
     Confident
     Safe
in my own skin.

I felt the desire
To lift my wings and take flight

           To roam beyond the blue skies

To experience the gift of life

           To cherish every day that I’m a l i v e.


It’s strange how something
that happened so quickly

   Can completely change your life
      Can alter how you view yourself
         Can make you question your worth.

 
The tables turned
I was his prey.
                             He lured me  
                             Into his trap.

Before I could comprehend
What was happening
He closed in on me
Locking me in with his big frame

Thoughts raced through my mind
He pressed his hands against mine

                          And in that moment,

              I kissed my i n n o c e n c e goodbye.

 

Pinned against the wall
I tried to push away
But his grip was too firm
I could not escape


The pain pierced my body

My screams   e c h o e d   the alley

His hands covered my mouth
Blurring out my cries

 

With all my strength I fought back
         But everything I tried was in vain


I glared at him in resentment

But he just chuckled in amusement


Tears
s
   t
      r
        e
           a
              m
                 e
                     d
down my face

Knowing it’s too late.

 

With every second passing

I’m losing a  part of myself.


There I was in the alleyway

With purple bruises and trickling blood

I pinched myself until it hurt

                          “Please tell me this is a dream.”

 

I woke up today
feeling

     Used
     Helpless
     Terrified

to be in my own skin.

My wings are broken, I cannot f l y

            I’m trapped in a cage that has no door

I’ve gotten used to the darkness of depression

            I’m longing the day I’ll leave this treacherous world.


The author's comments:

This poem was written to raise awareness about rape and abuse. 


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