By Serena Stephens
Date: 24 January 2000

4 a.m.

Awaken by a sharp cry in the night
A terrifying shreik stabbing into the silence like needles
Rain soaking my face
I find myself at short of breath
Sheilding the rain from my face
I realize it's not rain but tears pouring over me
Searching for whom they belong to
They're traced back to my very own eyes
Feeling the presence of another
I flip on the light to find he is not there-
It was but a scary dream- or at least I think
He had been, in one sense or another
On top of me raping and beating the life out of me
I ran, but was caught again only to be punished
My cry was what woke me
And fear is what kept me there
Hours drug on, with tossing and turning
Crying myself to sleep
A peace fell over me as I drempt of you
Holding me safe and close
Away from all this, telling me it will be all right