Untouched : written poem

it happens so fast

when your screen flashes back to the scene of harassment

you never thought their fingerprints would leave such a scar

no chance to consent for an imprint on your heart

in the shape of assault

you regret every move you made

you thought you could trust

maybe being so nice was the thing you did so wrong

no

that’s the shame

it wasn’t your fault

though some might say

“well why didn’t you just make them stop?”

they don’t understand the demand

of the cement block the weight that gets dropped

on you as it ties itself around your mind

responding in time isn’t so easy

when you’re sinking

drowning in the depth of emotional shock

I mean I guess you could try

to be polite as you resist

submit a request

a cease and desist

what is the line again?

how is this supposed to go?

no means no, no means no

no means no

but what happens when

they’re deaf to your cry

they don’t care about your no

they don’t care

if you decline because it wasn’t an offer

what do you do when they’re stronger than you

and the glare in their eye is no misprint

it threatens the night

if you dare try to move

the punishment won’t be light

so you look at the ground

don’t make a sound

it’s here, in fear you realize

if you try to fight you might not make it

to see the sunrise

I remember

on the school bus

lust reached from behind the seat

and grabbed me where I

didn’t want to be touched

I remember

at the pool

the water was a tool

a visual deterrent to blur

the occurrence underneath the current

splashing in slow motion

crashing emotions

feeling like trash hoping

the chlorine was strong enough

to burn my skin clean

I remember the day

a thought crossed my mind

without looking both ways

was this just normal?

it happens so often even though it hurts

was this just the formal

way to flirt?

what a hellish lie that tried

to twist and hide the truth

I know you’re probably sick

of spiritual platitudes

band aids with pictures of prayer hands

taped to open wounds

and I get it

i’m sick of it too

but don’t let your heart

be punctured or deflated

by culture or church related fraud

you really were created

in the image of God

rest in the truth that He makes

all things new

yes even you, rest

He knit you together

He will never condone abuse

rest

with repentance the person you love

that hurt you

can be forgiven

I know it’s tough

because in our pain we tend to resent them

but the gospel doesn’t forget them

the same God that heals the bodies of victims

can heal the hands that gripped them

He can restore every war

that was waged upon you

love doesn’t have to be distorted

it shouldn't

fight, flight, freeze, fawn, fondle or force you

but fear

fear is a violent fair weathered friend

endorsing silence when lament

should rage like a mosh pit

instead it enforces the cage

draws a line in the sand and warns you

not to cross it

there is no abstinence

no form of protection that can prevent

every portion of harassment

it’s abuse

and rape

it’s a touchy subject but thankfully

no attack will escape the gaze

of God’s justice and there’s peace

in trusting this

that He washes away filthy plans

with perfect security

recovering our purity with Holy hands

rinsing off their fingerprints

erasing the imprints

removing stains like a surgeon

revealing a field of virgin snow

healed

and peaceful like the sea

still

without a wave to show

elegance reflecting a scene

of the sapphire airbrush suspended above us

calm

evidence of being

untouched


by: Londyn Rayne

written for Sexual Assault Awareness Week at Lees-McRae College


“Untouched” is streaming on all music platforms



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