Poetry

As daylight appears above the
earth's horizon
My thoughts begin with this perpetual race
In which my
inner voice always steps in to the rescue
On the pretense of reassurance,

Whisper the very same tone and lyric

"Here's cheers to your pain"

"Here's cheers to your sorrow"
"As it happens long and gone"
"The
damage has already done"
"time to let go, something meant not grow"


These words usually carry me through for sometime.
They are
constructive and wholesome
They are used as a basis for relating values to
my issues
They are used as principle to reach me out
They are supposedly
therapeutic words, useful while they last

But how long can I dwell on
this trend of words?
When each day, all I can see is the same old face

The same mask is haunting me down
The same scenario with a repetitive
play in my eyes
His sound of voice echoing in my head
Fiona, Fiona,
Fiona...
His breathe, heavily on my face
Frankly, words are not enough
to heal my pain
This carve in my wrist is done as in a cry for help
A
sign of psychological disturbance.
But how can I receive proper help?

When all along, I've been plastering the truth
I've been ashamed to say
that I was raped
Yeah, I finally say it!
I bursted out the pain
I
was raped...
By an unknown core
The evil man, who constantly disturbing
my sleep
I find myself in the circle of rape trauma syndrome.
Now my
inner voice whispers a different tone and lyric >>

"Here's cheers
to your strength"
"Here's cheers for breaking the silence"
"Here's
cheers for coming out of the isolation"
"Here's cheers for taking the step
toward your healing journey"
© 2012 by _Patricia Etienne
All rights
reserved
Note from author: To all rape survivors, While there's no way to
change what happened to you, but you can at least speak up. Don't fear reprisal
and feel ashamed, please take action!