Convicted
I spent 6 years terrified you'd find me in my slumber.
Petrified I'd come to find.. that death had called my number.
I spent 9 months in hiding so you'd never know I'd conceived.
Coming to the realization that I'd never be free.
From you...
I felt your hand around my throat, under my shirt, in my hair.
I felt the tension in your grip and the hatred in your stare.
I flinch under the running water when I remember how it hurt.
I remember crying on my knees as you told me the little of my worth.
I saw a glimpse of you today...
The bile rising just behind my tongue.
I felt the shaking in my hands and the fire in my lungs.
I kept my shoulders back so you'd never see my fear.
I never looked directly at you...
But your bitter voice was crystal clear.
I nearly choked giving my statement, I spoke louder than before
I recite how you'd abused me and under oath I swore.
you tried to speak to me but the judge was quick to interrupt.
Your silence was like a blades edge...
he just didn't know you well enough.
You tried to manipulate the court,
You tried to plead your case.
But when you admitted to those crimes....
I knew you sealed your fate.
"that's true but there's more to it" you said like it was something you could deny.
I knew right then I'd won and felt the tears gather in my eyes.
Granting the motion in my favor..
After everything I've been through...
With a sense of safety... I know....
There's nothing more that you can do.
Copyright © Wendy Boutin | Year Posted 2020
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