The Darkness

The bus drives down an empty street,

A man staggers home with two left feet,

Blue lights twinkle in the far distance,

As the woman wonders about her existence.

How quiet the town becomes at twilight,

We fear the monsters that lurk in the night,

Uncertainty of what creeps in the shadows,

A woman worries if these are appropriate clothes.

Silence slithers through the same familiar ground,

He is happy waiting for the perfect victim to surround,

No one around will listen when she cries out in pain,

The woman’s life will forever feel this very strain.

A burden she will carry with her through it all,

Times will be that tough she will fail to crawl,

Horrified at what the darkness could send her way,

This woman continues to fear it until this day.

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Why did They?

When victims come forward to any sort of abuse the question, “Why did they?” is asked, I was asked these questions by every person around me who knew.

The question aimed at me after rape and abuse was, “Why did I let it happen?” But then I started to hear what was being asked behind my back.Read More »

Unbreakable

I’ve been thinking about this concept for the past few days, it may have to do with my rewatch of The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt in anticipation of its finale, or the much-anticipated sequel to the film, but are people really unbreakable? What does it say about us (myself included) who feel rather broken, are we to learn from those moments, should we really strive to be unbreakable?

To be honest, I would absolutely love to think of myself as unbreakable, the woman who refused to break after abuse, rape, recurrent miscarriage, and poor mental health. But I’m really not, I’ve struggled to remake my broken shell on a number of occasions, and although seeing myself as being unbreakable appeals to me very much, it also takes away from my struggle.

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