Life's a time for second chances.
Life’s a time for second chances
By Brianna Bird
Life’s a time for second chances
Awkward stares and distant glances.
Bruised up arms and taken innocence
All due to one single incident
Sitting in a room as white as snow
And only hoping that no one else will know
Questions asked upon each arrival
Asking questions to reveal the man acquired
These Men in black with shields of justice
They say to me that you can trust us
Questions answered in hope that the pains will stop
That the images will soon be gone
There is truth beyond the tears
But nothing hides these feelings better than fear
The fear he’ll come back
The fear that it will be yet another attack
With each moment I start to see
That there is a bigger picture still for me
That even though right now it’s hard
That my life is still going. I haven’t been bared
At the time it felt as if I were in a prison of my mind
But with the time I have learned to fly
Fly up higher than I though I could
To see what lay before me as If I should
As if I should take advantage of the second chance of life
I could had died that night on the concrete floor
But yet I am here telling you this story of gore
From gore turns to light
From light it turns into surviving
And from surviving turns into survivor
I am a survivor of rape.