Flashbacks are awful,
Submerged in a realm of fear,
I cannot stand it.

In the stench of death,
I remember your evil face,
It terrifies me.

Because you are real,
And how hard you strike my face,
You made my wrists bleed.

I cannot go back,
Back near the place you live,
All I hear are screams,

Brutality you,
I left broken and so sheer,
Scar tissue lives on.

Blood is in my mouth,
What you stole from me was mine,
Not yours to abuse,

Medicated me,
Ever since that awful day,
How I've cried alone.

I'm glad I've moved on,
Though trauma is within me,
Therapy sure helps.

But pain continues,
God I wish it would just cease,
But time makes it weaker.

I've at least found love,
And it's unconditional,
In it I have strength.

In courage is hope,
And courage delivers strength,
I'm fragile
© Rachel L Kenny