It was a November night, a few years ago.
Cloaked in pain I lay, drowning in the depths of sorrow.
Bruises in my mind and cuts in my heart,
In a corner of my dark room, my world falling apart.
Unwanted touches, on my breasts and my belly,
Love was a distant dream, lust-the grim reality.
My body was all he wanted, stripped off before his eyes,
A girl of mere sixteen, trapped in a world of lies.
“Give me your body, or I’ll force myself on you”
Silenced to death, none ever knew.
Night after night, I lay soaked in tears.
A young and tender mind, wrapped up in fear.
And then, it was a November night, one year later.
I sat crying by my bed, with a sorrow even greater.
With my deepest emotions in play, I was madly in love,
But neither my love, nor my friendship was enough.
He was my best friend and I loved him to death,
But his feelings were farce and I never knew that secret.
He walked off cheerfully, with his beautiful new lady.
Only I remained back, broken and lonely.
I searched for a rope, to end this story,
But I fell back to earth, depressed and weary.
A year later today, it’s a November night.
Gazing up at the sky, a million stars in sight.
I know a man now, who loves ME!
Feelings in their purest form in his eyes I see.
He just wants me to know how deep his emotions are.
If only I could tell him, deeper are my scars.
He is the first man, wiping off all my pain.
But I’m just a broken soul tonight, unable to love again.
-Reva, On Love and Loss, 2018.
