Like throwing a bomb into someone's life.

Shhh, don't say a word.

Why the title?


Try telling someone you were raped.
Watch the blast wave rip the smile from their face,
burn the joy of trust from their eyes,
gouge open with shrapnel words their scars and inner fears.
Watch as the waves ripple across their relationships and understandings.
Watch as one you like or love becomes jealous of secret knowledge, goes cold at a telling to another,
resents your calm reminder of the monster in the dark.

Witness calm after.
After the air stills.
After the rending sound of soft voice fades in sighed gasps.
Understanding
Acceptance
Comradeship
Knowledge shared
Fellowship

An Angel quoted Maya Angelou : Each time a [survivor] stands up for [themselves], without knowing it possibly, without claiming it, they stand up for all [survivors].

That is why I am here.
An Angel inspired me to share as she has shared.
For all survivors.

We will get there.

Anon.

Justine Marie Zingg Poet

Stale Love Song

The birds fly above me

And nest below my heart

I know this the end will be,

And our hands must go apart.

We must drink our wine

Another day, another night

As love tears open goodbyes

My heart has not left a fight.

Our souls, once one, have now became two

Distant beams of light

And not one timepeice, old or new

Could save time or love tonight.

Copywright2015 Justine Marie Zingg