I wanted to wait, he didn't.
I left the day he died.
He choose inaction, I was assaulted.
It is not just my fault.
There's no dignity, how she's dying.
I'm not the victim anymore.
If I let what happened define who I am then I'm a monster. I can't forget it, I won't forgive it. I hope you know that I'm not a victim anymore.
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Poetry That Breathes
PoetryJust poems I've entered these into contests and won some. I don't really enter anymore. I hope you vote and comment!
