Scar Poem by Victoria Morehouse

At night
He would come
To my room as he might
Victim I would become
This was a horrible fright.

I didn’t know what to do
So I laid there
All the way through
Trying to bare
What was true
I would pray for it to end
And to go away
The pain to mend
And for it be on its way

Please save me
I would cry
To be free
And the tears stop fallin from my eye
But he did not agree

So there I laid in pain
Emotionally and physically
Trying to gain
Strength emotionally and physically
It was hard to contain

I was broken
Inside and out
Words left unspoken
I stood without
Out spoken

I didn’t admit
To what was happening
It was an omit
That it was happening
I wouldn’t permit

Now I am scar
From it
It drives me bizarre
But now I will admit
It is bizarre
But I live with it