I Remember ...

Lost in thought
My mind in the past
Just thinking about
When I was hurt last

And I mean hurt bad
But even for that it’s recent
I hardly have any memories
That could be called decent

Now I’m remembering
The night I was raped
I remember how I fought,
But never escaped

I remember his hands
The stench of beer
The pain … the torment,
And the fear

I wonder why I’m made
To re live it in my head
As if once wasn’t enough
Is it such a wonder, I wish I was dead …?

And if this doesn’t end
Then soon I will be gone
Because remembering is too much,
While I remember, I can’t carry on.

© Copyright Sharon Ardern 2005