This Year

This Year By Kendra Werst Sweat, Lace, Thrusts, Lust Half an hour took my trust Frozen body, racing heart Only petrIfIed thought One man, One woman NaIve, kind, twisted, power Careful, meticulous plan Always wIshIng I screamed louder Me too seemed so far away I thought good kept evil at bay The lace I wore for me RIpped apart, unheard my Plea The world shrunk to only us I knew others were near My voice unspoken NothIng to hear FeelIng alone FeelIngs swIrlIng Anger, Shame, Hate Trapped by fear My vIsIon no longer clear A tear falls onto paper Faster and easier Than the pen In my hand Maybe my tears are Ink Maybe, What If So full am I now If I had fought If I had screamed What If I didn't feel his hand On me What If death makes me free SurvIvIng feels like dyIng Sometimes I ask why am I tryIng This man has killed me In every way I no longer pray This year I crIed This year I was trIed This year death escaped This year I was raped This year has tested me This year I wasn't free This year I survIved But this year I was revIved This year I broke my chaIns This year I was sustained This year I was hurt This year I was cherished This year I was on alert BUT THIS YEAR IS NOT YET FINISHED