Silent cries, never heard.
Father's lies, were his word.
I lay awake in my room,
tremor's shake me through and through.
I pray to God you pass me by.
All hope dies
as you come inside.
The familiar ritual begins.
Callused fingers on my skin,
exploring every curve and every bend.
Drunken breath against my neck,
whispered threats that never end.
I close my eyes,
tightly sealed.
Hold on, my fighting will.
My Fighting Will!
Hot kisses down my chest.
Tears soaking both cheeks.
Clenched fists at each side.
Why couldn't you pass me by?
Pass Me By!
Year's and year's of your games,
never ending, all the same.
Now your gone but I can't forget.
How I was forced to be your bitch.
I was little.
Only 4,
when it began.
Now I'm older.
I won't be your whore.
Silent cries, never heard.
Father's lies, were his word.
Author notes
It's hard for me to write down my story, so I'm just putting this up as a draft. I'll finish it later if that's okay. I can't write any more right now.
A contest entry
- Silent All These Years (for rape and sexual assault survivors) by SerenityNChains.
1750 points, ended November 9, 2008, 44 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
This is just a rough draft. Tell me what you think.
Comments
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So much rage and venom here. May these words heal, and not break you. Your might is stronger than him or his deeds. My blessings your way always
Serene
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That is so horrible. Reading entries in this contest is just killing me. There are some really sad stories out there. Im so sorry that this hell was forced upon you.
Fantasticly written, so emotional.
Dani. -
I can just feel how hard it is to write all this down; in particularly tender subjects like this, I always find it much easier to write as though it were someone else it was happening to ; the alternative is impossible for me to even contemplate writing about. You are brave, and courageous, and still here with us today, so taht is an achievement over your abuser
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I feel for you. At the age of 4 you don't know anything about choices or no. Your father is/was an evil person to put his needs and wants over that of an innocent child. You are right to say you won't be his "whore" anymore. Though I would call you a victim and not a whore. Whores have a choice. You were never given one.
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