Continues On

(to victims, may they find a way) Hidden by a mask, not of plastic and tape The woman walked along recalling the rape Never again looking into another’s eyes She dare not now. No one heard her cries. Scared by the horror, the devastation, the crime The man wasn’t caught, will he ever do time? Her life must go on, so no more living in fear, But she still walks on slowly, year after year. The crime wasn’t physical, more of what he stole A part of the woman, that made her feel whole. Her life is too precious to let any man win For that would be the crime, that would be the sin. So, now she goes on, slow, and will never forget The night that changed her life and not for the best. She’s forever altered; her mind’s now set on her alone. The poor innocent victim now slowly continues on.