It was again last night,
Another night I went through, tolerance of pain.
It may only seem to him as a short memory,
but to me, it was forever, a hidden scar beneath my past would never
erase from the memories…it hurt, really did,
but I knew better than to tell…
Last night, as he rose upon me, standing in the rays of moonlight,
He stood tall, hovering over me, as I shiver in the corner of my room,
I knew, this hopefully will soon be over,
but pain cut into me, a sharp stab bit into me,
endurance of soreness, the pain I could no longer resist,
as my scream filled the house, hoping someone, anyone would just come…
And maybe I’ll last another night.
by Veronica, aged 12
2/8/06
