I am consumed by the fire of anger that boils deep down inside of me, by the power of the hatred building up and raging in my belly. For I have been violated, I gave him my trust, and he betrayed it, taking my innocence, defiling me forever.
I am consumed by the waves of despair and distress that crash against me, eroding the innermost parts of me, I am destabilized by the winds of disbelief and shock that continue to blow away at my self-worth and my pride. Something inside of me is hoping it is all a bad dream, but the tears on my face confirm the contrary.
I am consumed by the questions that haunt my mind refusing to let me sleep, by the self-blame, for my naivety and unconditional trust. Did I invite this attack, was it my clothes, my walk or even my smile? Or was I a victim of a sick twisted mind that didn't need any provocation?
I am consumed by the thoughts of revenge as I lie on the hospital bed, my black and blue bruises reminding me of my pride that was taken away, the pains in my body fueling fantasies of the fury of my community, marching to his shack, with petrol, a tyre and matches. And with tears in my eyes I watch the fire consume him.
Your pain is my pain my love
/ And your tears are my tears
/ For we are one you and I, connected by an invisible thread
/ Rib of my rib, flesh of my flesh
/ Your pain is my pain
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/ Your fears are my fears dear
/ For they take away your peace and mine too
/ For we are one you and I, connected by an sign in to read more »
I grope around in the darkness of his eyes hoping to see a sliver of light, some inkling that there is a part that is human, a seed of compassion left in them. Even in this uncertain moment though I fear for my life, I fervently hold on to the possibility that somewhere in the blackness of his heart sign in to read more »
I see and hear, the dripping of the rain, it is in tandem with the beating of my heart, as I watch its drops fall on the thirsty ground and flow hurriedly, washing away the dryness and cooling the stifling heat in the dry air.
/ The rain is ironic in its similarity to the tears falling from my eyes, sign in to read more »
2016-11-24
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