Aug 2020
I’ll never forget that fateful day,
When you took my innocence away.
Why did you do it?
What did I do?
They say I didn’t deserve it,
But then why did it happen?
I can still remember
The moment, the fear, the memory.
Your hand touches mine,
A twisted fairytale.
One that no should live though.
The one you try block out of your mind.
It’s time to move on,
Time to live.
Giving into horror and past fear only allows them to win.
The haunting memories may last,
But, the damage can heal.
Though the trauma you caused was real.
And the scars will last.
I will take the wounds and not just leave them in the past.
They make me stronger and give me the power.
The power to say,
“It does get better.”
When you took my innocence away.
Why did you do it?
What did I do?
They say I didn’t deserve it,
But then why did it happen?
I can still remember
The moment, the fear, the memory.
Your hand touches mine,
A twisted fairytale.
One that no should live though.
The one you try block out of your mind.
It’s time to move on,
Time to live.
Giving into horror and past fear only allows them to win.
The haunting memories may last,
But, the damage can heal.
Though the trauma you caused was real.
And the scars will last.
I will take the wounds and not just leave them in the past.
They make me stronger and give me the power.
The power to say,
“It does get better.”
Sadly, this is a part of our world today. I wrote this poem to encourage anyone who has gone through abuse or assault. I know it’s hard and I understand. But I just want to tell you that it will get better. It will be an uphill climb and a battle. But, you CAN win. Have a great day.
