Rosie Hill Poet Persona

Bluebells

Are my words too powerful, 
the torture of truth
I’m not the only girl 
You have so much to lose.
We all know your secret
you can say it’s just a lie
Ive gained weight from trauma 
When I tried to take my life 

When I swallowed the pills 
And the ambulance came
I replayed back to the memory
Of when I called your name
Not to moan, but to stop, but you still carried on
I survived the event
I didn’t want to go on
But I did and I wished I had said
As I kept it inside, 
with you to resent
The scars on my body,
 remain of the dread 
The deed that you thought, 
you thought was consent. 

By Rosie Hill

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Panagiota Romios September 1, 2019 at 1:10 PM Glad you were so truthfully poetic in sharing this. I am so bluntly open it my poetry, it has cost me. And now, 6 months later, I question my sanity in being myself. But 600+ poems later, it took me a while to figure out friend from foe here. Both are here. I still am dismayed and what to Post next. In truth always, Panagiota Rosie Hill September 2, 2019 at 5:59 PM Thankyou very much for your time to read my poem and your words of wisdom for me and yourself. I’m glad you enjoy my poetry x

Caren Krutsinger January 11, 2019 at 11:10 PM Amateur poets are all over the place, and we are wonderful friends on this site. Welcome to our tribe, Rosie. We will be soothing and comforting for you. I am proud of you for taking off the bandaid and venting. Perpetrators count on secrecy, and you have outed this one. Taking his power away from him, and your power back. BRAVO! Rosie Hill January 12, 2019 at 6:49 AM I feel totally free and supported here and it’s a blessing to be welcomed by such kind poets. Thankyou very much, I really appreciate it. Xx

Tom Cunningham January 10, 2019 at 2:54 PM The worst thing you can do is bottle up a traumatic experience that you have had. Many on here come to terms with a painful experience by putting it in words, hopefully it eases their pain and allows them to try and move on, sometimes deep scars remain that take longer to heal. Well written Rosie and welcome to soup. Tom. Rosie Hill January 10, 2019 at 3:27 PM Thankyou for your insiteful comment, and understanding words. It really has made me feel so much better, and to bring attention to a sadly frequent act. Hope you enjoy my stuff for the future, Rosie Hill

P.S. Awtry January 9, 2019 at 11:52 PM I think we're mostly amateurs here. So, you will fit right in. BTW: Freedom is a dang good reason to write! Rosie Hill January 10, 2019 at 3:24 PM I love it, what a brilliant site- do you know if they will develop this into an app? I completely agree, thanks for the support.

P.S. Awtry January 9, 2019 at 10:40 PM welcome to PoetrySoup, Rosie. This is a powerful one. Well done. Rosie Hill January 9, 2019 at 10:57 PM Thankyou, I appreciate the comment, I am an amateur poet, but there’s a first time for everything, it was hard to write but I feel free to have let it go.