About the time he showed up in the middle of the night.
I stumbled.
I was paralyzed in fear,
But when I finally got the courage to move,
I stumbled.
The inability to move
Is something I've known before
I could use it to my advantage,
Keep an angry face and it seems strong.
But to stumble when
I needed to stand tall.
I felt so weak
With every shaky step.
I didn't hesitate in my hits
No more than I felt polite consideration
But they didn't land right
And I couldn't throw them the way I wanted.
My body was shaking
Starting deep in my bones
And working out to my skin,
I couldn't take a step.
I was in control,
I was strong,
I was all I should be.
I was so scared.
Nothing would happen,
I knew that for sure.
But I didn't know if I could be
All I needed to be.
I needed to be strong,
But I couldn't be the bad guy,
I had to stand up
But I shouldn't fight.
I could do that.
I did that.
But I stumbled.
I was shaking so hard I stumbled.
My vision was blurry
I only wanted to take a few steps.
I couldn't see where I was going
My body shook until I ran into things.
I can't show weakness,
But how can I stand tall
When I can't stand at all?
I must stay strong.
I stumbled.
I didn't let that stop me,
I didn't let it make me weak.
But I know I stumbled.
I would like to hear the story of your rape, if that's OK. I'm not sure exactly from the other posts. 16 is awfully young :( You have all of my sympathy.
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