Dear Stanford Rape Victim

You are not a victim
but a survivor.

Victims are paralyzed
survivors find strength
in the pain

You did not ask for this
but now you’re shining,
a lighthouse
to those who did not get
their day in court.

Using your voice
to testify against
injustice of class and privilege
not going quietly into the night
rape perpetrators need to live in fear
not us.

I read your story
with wet eyes,
as survivors
we are bonded
empathizing through the process

rape is rape

Rape can happen
behind dumpsters
with a stranger,
at college party
with a friend,
in your home
with a spouse,
at home with
a family member

regardless of circumstances

rape is rape.

20 minutes of action caused
irrevocable damage to you
the public to dissect
the worst experience of your life

But I can tell you that
slowly

you will feel your worth again
the nightmares will stop
you will feel safe
you will find intimacy
you will feel confident
most importantly,
your voice and power
have already been found.

You are not a victim,
you are surviving
and soon you will be
thriving.

Courage found in your vulnerability

soak up your own words,
you are beautiful
you are valued
you are respected
you are powerful

and I am with you.

Thoughts

Demons
Feed on
Fear.

Doubt cloaks
Perspective
Seek within

Refuge
from The
whispers

Sinister speak
Slipping swirl
Superficial surface

Reflecting, perfecting
The journey
Of discovery

Spinning

Changes

happen quicker

than you can

say them

 

After you settle

in, it’ll take you

on a different

spin

 

Grounded like a tree

to carry on with

grace and dignity

Let go effortlessly

 

You’ll win and lose

Dance in the rain

then sing the blues

Feel all kinds of hues

 

Hold hope

Seek to go deep

Let faith reign

Live your truth

Ink

Poetry brings clarity

in a world filled

with insanity

 

Long time ago

a friendship was born

with a pen

 

whispered words

from worlds not seen

or heard, truth

 

Masked in metaphors

but it shines

bright blue

 

Pen weaved words

bringing comfort

to the soul

 

 

Because it will

get beaten down

and worn

 

Band aids can’t heal

bullet wounds, restoration

found in literary art

 

In solitude, pen proved

to be the greatest

of friends

 

Promised to be

loyal till it’s last

breath

 

Provided a root for

inner strength’s tree

to grow

 

Leaves of creativity

and hope

fountain flows.

Restored

Intuned with

the world

soul ready

to soar

 

No longer

walking the

tight rope

feet grounded

 

Signs like

constellation stars

map to destiny

to be revealed

 

 

Thoughts clear

anticipating a

bright future

that’s near