Category: My Poetry

I’m Still Here

I fell asleep. I felt safe.

I was drinking. Fell asleep. On my couch. In my home. My husband went to bed. You were there. My husband’s coworker. Fucking watching. Fucking waiting.

I woke up. My pants pushed down. You were behind me. One arm around my neck. One arm around my chest. You were inside me. Thrusting. Sweating. Cussing.

Paralyzed in fear and pain. I knew what was wrong. I knew I should shout, scream, cry for help. But there was fear. And then it was over. You finished yourself off into me. Like a dirty rag. A tear rolled down my face.

Shock. Disbelief. I trusted you.

I was bleeding. I was hurting. I felt disgusting. I had become another statistic. You said it was fine. But it wasn’t fine.

For six months. I lived in silence. In fear. In guilt and embarrassment. Then I told you off. You told me you thought I wanted it. You told me you didn’t remember doing it. You said “sorry”.

You fucking lying bastard.

So I cut you out of my life. I picked up the pieces. I moved on. I learned. I grew. I became stronger. I spoke up. Now it’s been a year.

And I’m still fucking here.

*I published this last year and rereading this tonight I was struck by my own words. These are the most difficult, raw words I’ve ever written and I really wanted to share it once more. Those reading this who have also been sexually assaulted, please know you are not alone. ❤️🙌 It gets better.

Boxed

I feel like we all try
to fit ourselves inside of a box.

A simple, square, basic box.

A box where we fit,
try to fit,
or pretend to fit…

But anyway we look at it
it’s still a fucking box.

So…

Are we supposed to stay
inside the box we wind up in?

Or do we work our hardest
to get out of it?

Directionless

During the day,
I have a map.

A crisp, well designed,
detailed map
which I may drift from,
but soon come back to follow.

During the night
I have a compass.

A rusted, cracked,
loose screwed compass
which I try to follow,
but the magnetism is off.

So West becomes East,
and North becomes South…

And I’m left spinning
the full 360°…

Directionless
and lost
until morning.

Cleansed

After the storm clears
and there’s nothing left
but dew…

The dissipating clouds will
let the sunlight peak through.

A golden glow
will cast its’ way to
the ground…

Creating an amber filter
upon all that surrounds.

And as the raindrops
evaporate off the
window panes…

The day will carry on
with all that remains.

Steaming

Tonight I stood crying
silent tears in the shower,
my anger and sadness
mixed in with the water.

When I stepped out and dried
myself off in the mirror,
my eyes held emotions
that couldn’t be clearer.

They held the hatred for him
and all he did upon me,
including the revenge in my head…

I wish he could see.