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Scars Left Behind

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Poet's Notes

This was very hard to write.
Even though it happened when I was just 17, it still seems like only yesterday.This sort of thing has a way of not being that easy to forget.
I hope anyone else who has been through a similar fate will be inspired to put it in writing as I found it really helped me to finally come to terms with what I went through that night.


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Scars Left Behind

Fear, Terror, Agony then darkness
This night I will never forget 
You ruined my life, you hurt me so bad
You left my life in ruins; you bruised me black and blue
Now I hate you with a vengeance, because you 
Chose to sexually assault me on this very night
Your strength to great, your body so large,
I could not move an inch, I was pinned down hard.

Ripped blouse, skirt torn, no buttons left on at all
Begging you to stop you just went on telling me to shut up
Your evil sperm had entered into my body so pure
Without listening to my pleas, you ignored my cries of pain
You had one thing on your mind, to get inside of me.
I prayed to God give me strength to get me through that night.
After you had done your worst, and glared as if you’d won
You drove me home after that, nothing was said again.

I’d hoped that some way, someday that you would be hurt back
Or maybe even worse, because of what you did to me 
Would forever be a reminder of the agony I felt that night.
Feeling sick after a few weeks, the Doctor told me the worst
I was eight weeks along, he expected me to be pleased, 
As he consoled me, I sobbed out my sad tale about that night
He'd told me to  report you, I said,” I can’t do that he’s my boss.
He’d say that it was consensual and deny it, if I said a thing.”
Now you know why I hate this man so much
He stole my innocence before I was ready to let it go
I hope someday that he will pay for this hateful evil thing
I pray by now that he has paid for all my pain and grief.
If someone had the misfortune of having this same fate
My heart goes out to all of you, for all the men you must hate
Hopefully by now your wounds are healed or healing has begun
In addition, you’re filling your life like me now, with lots of love and fun.

By Beauty28

Copyright © Pam Woolford

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  1. Date: 12/5/2014 9:02:00 PM
    The poem was so filled with hurt and pain and agony and hate and disgust about what happened to you, but I have to say you last line seemed completely out of place. Don't get me wrong I am happy you have "love and fun" in your life. But for me the one line at the end was supposed to have been a shock, I suppose, but to me I thought you might have used your last stanza to bring us to the fact you have "love and fun" in your life.

  1. Date: 4/12/2013 7:05:00 PM
    this was a terrible thing to have happen to you and to any woman. YOu are so right too. If it was a boss, how could you prove it was really rape? Such a sad situation. You seem to have healed and I hope you are able to really get to know the Soup and try out the new forms you told me you were seeing. Luv, Andrea

    Woolford Avatar Pam Woolford
    Date: 4/16/2013 3:05:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    I'd also like to add the I feel like the Soup is like a family in a way. I have had some lovely comments on my poetry and I love thank every one very much that has made me feel so much love and acceptance. Looking forward to meeting more. Love You All Pam x
    Woolford Avatar Pam Woolford
    Date: 4/16/2013 3:02:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    I am still healing even though I was 17 and 57 this year, I still have to have therapy. the worst was getting pregnant and then miscarrying at ten weeks. My life went on a downward spiral after that with emotional and medical issues, some of which I still have.Now I have MSA as well. My poetry and writing has been my saviour. Thanks for your care and concern. Love Pam x