Be Informed Survivor Creations Poetry by Katherine When a Fire Bird Freezes Survivor, such a strange label Does it really apply to me? I'd suppose everyone is really From a cripple pulling on his favourite Socks, to a working class family - Having run bare foot from Grenfell Tower Smudged faces, bruises and cuts The bittersweet pain of having escaped The Survivor's Trust web page glaring From my phone at 4.35AM...again - There is no sweetness to my tears I only taste a bitterness and then The 'Myth busting' section draws me in A bodiless voice with no name, speaks Softly in my ear - - 'If you reacted this way during an assault Know that it was not your fault'..it goes on - I have heard these words before from Familiar faces, they have rushed off The tongue like a swarm of fairies Desperate to flick their wands and Disappear us all from this present - It is a gift for which I am not entirely Ungrateful, on seeing this Internet text My tears burst forth like a geyser, inside Something has sunk a little deeper, The faintest honey smell begins to linger - And with that man's intrusion A party for all past demons to rock n roll They travel far, pay no toll, in the early Hours but mine is a chance to make Accommodation with them all! - No more will I be disappointed At my brain's freezing on the spot Or punish my body over and over with too Much alcoholic stupor, I will not live In a paralysis that has no purpose - I look back on my calendar to that day And realise with great surprise - I was busy! It was more than attack, I was at a fayre My boy's school, then dancing with my Friends.. A slight beer fear after that's all - Flood my mind with good memories Fractured though they are, give me a Shield, some armour for the court Help me, steal back as he stole so easily What is mine, I ask the ether As I drift off back to sleep