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
Copyright © Kendra Werst | Year Posted 2018
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