So many things to say
But even then, words failed to be spoken.
A back is pushed against a foreign rooms wall
While he whispers promises he can't keep.
Darkness fills every crevice
And her eyes begin to fail her.
As garments fall from clinging bodies,
He invades everything she's held onto.
Disoriented and fearful,
She calls his name. He's no stranger.
Twice, she begs and pleads to stop.
Pushing his hands away,
A short struggle erupts
As her hands are forced above.
Inevitability comes to play and she give up.
She feels unbearable pain.
In the matter of seconds an alteration occurs:
From an innocent child to a broken woman.
All sense of power,control,&dignity drifts away.
Like a smoking gun he's gone.
With no capacity for the damage done.
And she's left with the regret
Of not SCREAMING for help,
Of not SPEAKING up.
No longer will she keep her silence.
That girl was me
And now it's time to speak up.