Stolen

Painful recollections flowed by as I stood on the tough rocks of life.

If only I could forget all the painful, tear-inducing memories.

It's been a year since I was assaulted, but my mind plays terrible tricks.

Most days and nights it feels like its was only last week that it happened.

Standing in the shower is when my tears are most comfortable.

Shower droplets and tear droplets blend into one and the same.

Both running quickly down the drain of sadness and more sadness.

I have forgiven the sick man who stole my innocence, but I won't forget.

The saying, "Forgive and forget" makes no sense to me.

Forgive in time, yes, but forget?

How could I forget?

The guilt I feel and the shame I endure day by day doesn't seem to fade.

Even though he is the one to blame for the wicked occurrence, not me.