Strength by Brittany Rainess

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		Date Added: January 17, 2009 19:01:37	Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Strength

I feel his fingers dance on my skin,
a forced ballet on an empty stage.
my eyes are told not to cry,
as his fists clench me in violent rage.
the doors are open and his wife is home,
she hides the shame, fearing for her life.
my aching body is told not to shake,
as his fists confidently clench a 4 inch knife.
silently still, I'm being abused,
his sweat staining my naked skin,
my voice is told not to be heard
as I scream for help within.
Just 13 years old, so eager to grow up,
sheding my innocence at my own pace,
but now it has been stripped away,
as he takes control in sinful embrace.
blankets are memories even 4 years after,
shaking and fear replaces the ignorance and laughter.
the smiles remind me of his evil lips,
a helping hand seems to crave my greiving hips.
nothing is as strong as a victim's tears
and I'm hysterical now,
because I've survived for 4 years.
You may call me weak and mentally insane,
but I have strength because I have been through pain

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	Comment By: Danielle on March 2, 2009 12:13:04 PM	Report
	wow...that was amazing...sooo much emotion, i can feel your pain...keep up with the great writes... -dani Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Rachel on January 18, 2009 08:00:15 PM	Report
	Wow, I love this write Brit. Def. one of my favorites. I know the feeling, I really do. I was there for 8 yrs. It'll get better. Respond To This Comment