sensitive topic//sexual assault
the innocence of her purity, she was pure. What was once pure was used, violated, a lamb no longer but a bleeding soul. A penetrated, ruined, imperiled soul. she had never felt the touch of an older guy, a blind faith set in the midst's of being enough. She stood before her maker, who would be soon undoing what was once beautiful. Hands all over, was this the purity mother had spoken of when she talked about bad guys and good guys... guys my age and guys my father's age. What was once little not so shiny, not so bright not so smart, not so pure anymore. With each lingering touch she was stripped of her pride, her everything, until there was nothing left but a puddle of what once was a pure child. She cried in her mother's arm, weeping nothing but empty words to describe what was taken, her virginity was no more, she was no longer new but used. Broken by a man, a man too insincere to leave but just a bit of light for her in the dark. Her mind travels back to the forest, back to the night under the dark bridge, knowing she shouldn't have gone. unknowing she'd lose something she could never reclaim, the innocence of the lamb whom her other once compared her to, the blood of a bleeding organ, the trust of a man, skin without fingerprints burned into it. It'll be okay, will it though? will it, after a week? a month, maybe a year? never, it can never be replaced, the void in which i feel violated like one of gods lambs, used for my fur, my body, thrown to the side with nothing left in me but a story of how I came to be so filthy. I am a lamb, with nothing but my past to remind me of how i should have stayed inside, safe, with my mother, on June 23rd, 2023.
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Author:
jane (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 4th, 2023 06:18
- Comment from author about the poem: hi guys, i am new to poetry just trying to express myself.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Powerful and poignant.
If true, virginity is like circumcision, one of the heart.
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