Hey guys, I guess everyone has their own story; the reason they write- here's mine...
In December 2004, I was raped on the streets of Soho, Central London. My story featured on BBC's Crimewatch in Feb 2005, and was reapplealed [following the unexpected discovery of some CCTV]-in April 2006. Despite this, and numerous leads, my rapist has yet to be caught.
My darker poems have been born out of this level of anger, hatred, confusion- and at times- complete and utter despair.
I felt I could fight with my pen- fight someone I did not, and may never, know- yet someone who had spun my world in to orbit and left me disorientated in the aftermath. A stranger who had maimed me.
If you do read my poems, [particularly If Only I Could See You] I hope you are not distrurbed, for this is not my intention -[although admittidly I do sometimes haunt myself with my own words!]
Please feel free to add comments- they will be greatly appreciated and I will respond where possible.
PS. Despite this, I am generally a happy person and prefer to see myself as a survivor rather than a victim... cheesy but true xx pps. i'm a true believer that us girls need to stick together... i am constantly inspired by so many talented writers on this site... if anyone wants to chat please feel free to contact me. xx