A Lot of Strength

You don't know who I am.

Or the battles I am facing.

Lately I've been feeling like damaged goods.

Lost my confidence in one whose duty is to be one of many people helping people.

Having the crime that was done unto me not being served justice is sickening.

Why should I live with the ongoing trauma while he only gets a slap on the wrist?

I don't know how I get the strength each day to carry on.

It's forever burnt into my memory.

I'm finding it ever so difficult to let go of the anger, bitterness, frustration, and the night terrors.

I can only keep the brave face on for so long.

It pains me to think that I'm not the only one going through this.

I didn't ask for what happened to occur.

Neither did I consent for what he did to me.

It takes a lot of strength more than people think to continue on with life after something so life changing.

Afraid to live, yet more afraid to die.

No one should have through such a nightmare while awake.

Nor should the monsters who commit such crimes be allowed to roam the streets to find other victims.