Yesterday was my Rapist’s Birthday.
I will always remember it,
No matter how hard I try.
His is the week before mine.
And for that one week,
We are exactly the same age.
It’s a day that I always know is coming.
Sometimes it sneaks up on me, but the panic and dread is always the same.
I wonder what he’s doing on his 43rd Birthday?
Is he happy?
Is he miserable with his life choices?
Always blaming others and wanting more?
I’d like to wish him years of unhappiness,
Lord knows he has caused me enough in this lifetime.
But I honestly don’t.
I don’t know why?
Maybe I am FINALLY experiencing some Spiritual Freedom-
From the prison my mind has locked me into for so long?
I can’t help but wonder…
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