Voice Of A Victim Poem by Sweta Leena Panda

It is the rhythmic beating
in my mind
Powerful, intense, singing louder,
finding power as each day I survive
I am no longer a Victim.
The word I always hated before
I am now a Survivor.
I can't talk to nobody,
I feel like nobody understands,
I live as a Victim in fear.
I live as a Survivor endures.
I live as a Victim is weak and powerless,
so I pick up some paper
And
Grab me a pen.
You see me smile, but if you only knew
the things that I hold on to,
and
Just can't seem to let go.
But I don't really think that I actually do
I spoke up, no one listened.
So it continued on and I just didn't mention,
the road from one to the other
was a long journey,
which has no end, only new beginnings.
As a Survivor has grown strong
the things that went on that night
I watched the Moon go down
the sun came up
someone was knocking at my door for help
I couldn't help
but cry & weep in pain
Because i was so scared
Darkness and silence,
Silence and fear,
Fear and pain,
Pain and terror,
A crack in the door, a sliver of night,
Rushes of insanity, claws of dreams sink into the mind's flesh,
Please, oh please, let this all end.
Over and over and over again.
I think about it
every now and then.
Have trouble sleeping at night.
My mind & heart always says
I need Courage and peace,
Peace and support,
Support and encouragement,
Encouragement and love,
that can make me the person like before
Then I found a solution
Is to open up and speak,
But when I spoke
No one heard me.
No one try to understand me
When that voice in my head keeps saying,
then my heart said
You wasting your time
no one cares about you.
I'm just glad that God gave me a pen, paper, and the ability to write.
Because when I feel like no hears me,
I just write.
there is a rhythmic beating
in my mind
Powerful, intense, singing louder,
I wanna to strong again.
I wanna to brave again.
I wanna in love again.
I wanna loved again.
I wanna to change myself like before again