Poetry isn't just an expression for love, sensuality and passion. Poetry is the gateway for ALL emotions, it can express the hidden pain and trauma; that is what I call Raw Poetry.   Such type of poetry isn't always easy to read, for it forces us to face reality; life isn't just unicorns and rainbows.  Raw poetry pushes us to confront the ugliness that exists around us and which most would rather deny, afraid to look at the monster straight up.  But for those who have felt pain and experienced horror, this type of poetry is a form of release which is very much needed to be able to heal those parts which may get triggered or may still "bleed" every once in a while.    (Rough Copy)  The gray walls are but a reflection of her soul Her white gown but a mirror of the innocence hidden within Day in and day out she looks out the window Her mind wondering if anyone misses her Accepting she alone must face this nightmare  The womb from which she came rejects her The Samurai in strange lands, oblivious to her suffering  For the monsters have done well at keeping their secret Afraid to face the sword which would be their demise  The clock's ticking a reminder of life passing by Has everyone forgotten she existed She is young and alone Scared, broken and battered she cries to the Gods "What did I do wrong?" "Why let me see the light of day only to torture me so?"  She is but twelve yet her body knows every sin known to men She knows of their cruelty and callousness She knows of the word no ones dares pronounce Rape...  A fool she was to have believed anyone cared A fool to open her mouth thinking she would be saved Now lock in a room she cries herself to sleep Her stomach feeling sick as they forced down pills  They tell her all will be forgotten She just needs to admit their truth Truth has no value among thieves For liars they are  And that is how they live  They brought her to this ghostly place While they ran around free At nights memories of their torture rushes in Imagine... A broken body Muffled cries The shredded face  Scattered pieces of a broken soul  "I will not abandon you" he had said Where was he now but fighting another war No one to defend her No one to hear her cries Days melting into nights Nights melting into days "Say you imagined it and all will be well"  Soon the spring turns to winter Her anguish and pain take over every night Fly internally she must Where refuge can be found within the dark  She flies to the deepest parts of her spirit  She stands dangerously at the age of the cliff No one but those who have been there understand her grief  One day appears a brand new face Their eyes meet and he sees all she hides "Oh child...I wish I could undo what has been done" She tries to force a smile but only sobs rush forth  Soon she sees the blinding light of the sun Soon she sees the ocean...her home The smell of fresh air hits her like a stabbing knife It matters not  She does not know her nightmare isn't over Her happiness is to last but a little while A monster is approaching And he is dressed like a lamb  It is her birthday  A day never to be remembered She is at home all alone Except for him  She begs for him to stop He just covers up her cries He grunts her name with sick delight She cries in pain as he laughs "You ask for it. A lady should not be wild"  She flies as he violently thrusts She flies far away where there is no pain A place where she can be nothing but numb She stands shaken and defeated Sheets stain with blood and semen Once again her sacrifice...  She finds the strength to run She finds a voice from within  She shouts to anyone who would listen But who believes the young?  She sought their eyes They hid in shame Their wives ready to cover up her nightmare "kids are so imaginative they say" Lies!  She vows never to return And although she cannot join the Samurai  She rans away from their claws  Nobody knows when she stopped living Nobody knows just how great was her hell All she ever wanted was to fly To be free, like a butterfly  She learned the sweet perfume of death's flowers In the darkness she laments every night They tried to kill her but she survived  Forged in fire, she now stands They took her body Bruised her soul But they weren't counting on the power of the Gods  The universe embraced her Infusing its breath of life Like a lotus flower she now blossoms As she rises from the ashes, she is reborn She is now a warrior,  A dark angel And words are her sword  Now she dares them to say it was all make believe I am no longer twelve she screams They hide their face in shame when she is around Her eyes they do not dare meet Her power she has found "Stop your callous slander before you meet my rage"  "For I have the evidence to bury your flesh" "Your rotten corpses will lie on the floor for all to see" "If you test me, there will be no mercy" "Why? Because you asked for it"  Now she dances to the tune of life She made friends with her demons Angels are her guardians and her light  She no longer fears the dark No more silence... No more lies!  Sofia E. Falcone


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