the touch,
rough, forced, unwanted,
i was invaded, felt dirty.
wounded beyond mending,
so many emotions
embarrased, ashamed, angery
scared to think, to feel the pain.
even scared to live another minute
my memories,
seem to real, they never fade
not understanding
why it happened, but knowing it did
struggling through the tears
to smile
but some how i manage
just thankful i survived
a heartless act.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow, thats horrible...its good to use poetry as an outlet though, so that always helps