Many women are sexually assaulted. I was just thinking about my rape yesterday, which happened 20 years ago, and I wrote a poem about it. I think it can be really healing to share and write about experiences of sexual assault if anyone wants to. If you don't want to, of course you don't have to. Maybe my poem will resonate with and help someone else.
Here is my poem
20 years ago.
You held me down. I said no.
How to describe the pain of that instance.
You weren't a stranger.
The worst thing was we had really liked each other.
But you went so far this time, I couldn't go back.
I couldn't go back.
And in knowing you had gone too far for me to go back, there was a grief in that.
The second worst thing was
Knowing you - led to a mix of emotions.
"I can't say he has done this, it will ruin his life."
I felt guilt. I'm too nice like that. You did do it.
I thought 'was he so drunk that he didn't hear me say no?
But you physically held me down.
I still feel sad about it. But I have healed.
I am sure that you never thought about it since. You weren't the type to consider a women's feelings.
I'm not sure, but I think I forgive you.