It has been a year,
Since that awful day,
When life as I knew it,
Slowly slipped away.
Losing more than consciousness,
More than dignity and pride,
I'd end up losing everything,
Even my will to survive.
When I-come to-that day,
I thought it couldn't get worse,
But time would soon show me,
There'd be no end to this curse.
Everything I had known,
Everything that I held true,
Cut and shredded to pieces,
Before justice would be through.
Not reporting the assault,
To the police right away,
Left me running for my life,
So I could live another day.
To leave me alone,
I would later see,
Was not in the abusers,
Plans involving me.
He left me no choice,
But to report to the police,
In hopes they would offer,
Some protection to me.
I needed some guidance,
Protection and some care,
Someone to lead me through it,
And help me over the fear.
What I received instead,
I could not begin to perceive,
They said he said I was lying,
And they believed him, not me.
I was called a liar,
Straight to my face,
By the investigators,
Who were looking at my case.
Stating they'd investigated,
And my report they did see,
But not one of my witnesses,
Was asked for their plea.
"Break the silence today"
The commercials we all see,
hear them on the radio,
watch them on Tv,
I was strangled by him,
The abuser did that to me,
But it was in the hall of Justice,
That life was taken from me.
Written on the one year anniversary of my strangulation by the man who swore he loved me. 7-1 2006