She felt that pain where he had been

and did not know the words for what

he had done.

She only knew that she was bleeding,

broken and bewildered.

Pushed to the margins

by a monster,

thrust to the edge

by an evil beyond words.


Adults spoke words like,

horror, hospital, stitching, child bearing

while her mind had stopped,

and a grey mist took her.


A life sentence was hers

and he went to jail,

for a part of his

pushed to the margins by

his crime,

but easy with his own

society of depravity.


#metoo is easy to write.

To live with a reoccurring

nightmare of fear,

guilt undeserved

and dislocation

worthy of a medal,

worthy of honour

worthy of applause

takes courage,

but often unrecognised


for the words

to explain

are always beyond

the child.









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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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