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| It�s been weeks of waiting He waited for you in the shadows. Weeks of not knowing who or why He knew what he was doing. Weeks of feeling dirty and ashamed He poisoned your veins with filth. Weeks of answering questions He didn�t give you a voice. Weeks of trying to be strong He stole your strength. Weeks of sympathy and kindness He showed you no mercy. Weeks of re-arranging my life He shattered your world. Weeks of sleepless nights He still haunts you in your dreams. Weeks of thinking he�s here again He�s right in front of you Susan. |
| One word and he was here, holding me, re-assuring me, telling me it wasn�t my fault. He wanted to help me, to take away my pain but it remained in my heart, the fear, the humiliation, the not knowing who it was. When I was with Guy, the shame disappeared and I was free to be Susan again. He didn�t judge me or smother me with sympathy He was just�there for me. That was all I needed, somebody to be there. Al wasn�t there for me, he was ashamed, blamed himself. This happened to me not Al, not anybody but me. Guy understood that. That�s why it hurt so much when I found out that Guy, the one who had helped me rebuild my life, had been the one that had viciously torn it apart. He had been my rock, my strength, my sanity. Now all he is to me� Is my rapist. |
| Poems from Susan's POV by Lora |
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| What Next? by Peter Coxon The pity, the guilt, I can't take it no more, The desperation, The not knowing, But I do, it was him It was Guy, No, it wasn't , I love him, Oh God , I slept with him, What can I do? I've lost everything, My home, My family, My life, My body, Its covered in filth That I cannot wash off He will not admit it, His word against mine, Only one thing left, I must put on the line, My career, Is it worth it? Yes it has to be, Put him behind bars, And give me back my sanity, Confront him I must, But with what? Yes a gun! The cowered will crumble, Which will mean I have won. |