When the moon begins
to ignite the sky at dusk
I like to believe
she is calling my name,
sometimes it’s just nice to know
there is something out there
that can break up the darkness;
in some lights we all look the same-
he no longer resembles a monster-
I no longer his victim,
there are days where it feels like every one knows
exactly what happened,
like a chandelier where crystals shine in the light,
my secrets shine in the sun
my brokenness on display for all,
he told me no one would believe me
now there are days-
I don’t always believe it myself;
no one teaches you how to grieve
the loss of your own body,
but as a girl you are taught many
different ways to prepare for it-
which only makes the weight of
the blame heavier,
I should have fought more,
I should have said no,
I should have done something,
because then and only then
this really would not be
my fault.
Lotuskey Poetry 