In stunned silence, How could this be? How could a thing like this happen to me? I am… Not a child. I am… Not a female. And I am strong. And yet it happened, To me. I, want to scream, I, want to cry, I, want to be angry. And yet I sit here… In […]
Category: Poetry for Surviors
I remember when I was little
We would be coming home
From grandma’s house
And I couldn’t take being in the car anymore