In Multiples Of Men

With aching limbs and a broken heart, she crawled from the clutches of death.

With torn skin and flawed sight she made her way to the far away light.

From a distance I stood, watching her...

I saw as only ugliness surrounded her.

She didn't always look like this. 

Broken and torn.

No, not at all.

Once she had been a pretty girl.

With flawless skin and perfect sight and with a light that came from deep within her soul.

Those men had taken it all.

Those five men. 

Each pair of hands a multiple of her pain.

They tore at her till she bruised.

Scratched till they drew blood.

Gripped till there were permanent imprints on her skin.

Ripped her apart like she was worth nothing.

They left her for dead.

Laying in a pool of her dignity and self, she was dead.

Nothing in her alive again.

She got up that day. 

With aching limbs and a broken heart.

She's still crawling towards that far away light. 

I stand again in the corner as I did all those years ago.

I see her determination. 

By God, I hope she makes it.