Getting over it...

Raped, “Get Over It,”

Abused, “Get Over It,”

Advice given by those

Never experiencing the heartfelt woes,



Get Over It…

Words repeated without forethought,

Consideration, or empathy,



Said by the inexperienced and the many,

Not understanding, how just a smell,

Can drag a person back to the hell,

Again forced to taste that disgusting kiss,



Get Over It…

Words repeated without forethought,

Consideration, or empathy,



“Get over it,” reverberates still,

Of love taken from thy will,

Forced to cower upon the ground,

To take every inch or every pound,



There is NO, “Getting over it,”

When memory recall is the culprit,

Triggered by smell, action, or sound,

A macabre part of life, they're all around,



In subtle, to shocking and haunting things,

Returning bad memories is what it brings,

Reliving the embarrassment, reliving the pain,

Of being black and blue, and reliving the shame,



So please take note,

How these words are cut-throat,

The pain is real, the drama engraved,

The unwilling victim cannot be saved,



By those unsympathetic three little words,

So please heed these bywords,

There is nothing we dream of more,

Than to simply move on getting over it…

Copyright 2018 KG Petrone