Photo Credit : Beyond Hope
Bang.
Push.
Thrust.
Your head slams against the wall
His weight over powers you
He drags you to the bedroom
Thrusts you down like a rag doll.
You stare off
Turn off
Think away
Don’t resist
He’ll stop
The pain seers through you
You are ripped beyond repair
As your brain screams
Rape.
I look at you now
So many years down the track
How is it, that you
Carrying such mental scars
Can be this woman before me?
You love, you laugh
Your compassion for others
Humbles my feeble attempts.
I love the ground you stand upon.
I know you see my faults
My scars are deep and some still raw
But you have looked past all that is physical
Dismissed all fear of disappointment.
You’ve looked into my soul
And seen the true me
Hiding, wanting to emerge
And you have coaxed me out
Taught me to trust
To love
To play
To know I am forever loved.
I hold on to who we are
And I love who you are.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/06/02/photo-challenge-63-holding-on-june-02-2015/
Morpethroad 
Oh wow wow wow–so powerful, reaches deep and uplifts.
Thanks Dell, she’s an amazing woman.
It certainly sounds so–beautiful; you’re most fortunate.
Such a powerful piece, Michael. I am totally awe-struck by it and the way it unfolds. Superb writing.
Thank you so much Millie, glad you enjoyed my writing….
I certainly did!
Taught me to trust
To love
To play…. she is a phenomenal woman. Lovely tribute.
Thank so much Debi
Such a powerful piece, so much raw emotion.
Thank you AS, I appreciate your comment.
How beautiful this is Michael, it gives me hope
Thank you Yves, her story moved me greatly.
This is very powerful. I’m someone who knows that trauma, although I wasn’t dragged or beaten. I was passed out drunk.
My assailant was my ex boyfriend. I though he’d left my apartment. I fell into bed with all my clothes on. I woke up naked with him on top of me.
I’m not afraid to go out after dark, or to be alone. However, even eighteen years later, I prefer to sleep in a confined space such as on a couch or in a single bed. Its as if I subconsciously think that space is too small for an attacker to get into with me. Stupid, of course, but it’s how the subconscious mind works.
I was sleeping on a full-sized futon when the attack happened. I threw it out.
I had panic attacks, one after another, for a year after this happened to me. It still makes my heart pound and my stomach clench when I discuss it.
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Thank you for you visit. I am so sorry for what happened to you…..but you are still here, you can speak of it, you always sound so resolved to never let the bastards get the better of you…..I so very much appreciate you stopping by. I haven’t seen you for such a long time.
What a special and magical person. The story unfolds so lovingly. Sometimes there are people we are fated to meet. They are the incredible ones
Thank you my dear friend, yes indeed I agree some people have those qualities, we can all live in hope.
Beautiful sentiments. We all long for that feeling.
Thank you so much Cora for stopping by.
What an amazing woman you describe, Michael…it was difficult to read at first but through the dark difficult parts came such wonder and love and light. Wow! You are fortunate indeed!
Thank you Oliana, I was so moved by this story I used it as I did. Thank you for your lovely comment.