Many of the things they did to me
are too horrible to relate.
Others might seem trivial when isolated from the whole experience.
But every dirty trick was a reminder
that every moment of my life
was tampered with,
that my home was not really my home,
but rather I had been herded into a cage
where I was constantly observed
and prodded.

I tried to move,
but they blocked every avenue of escape.
No one understood why I wanted to move.

I wondered how many other women were being spied on
and abused.
I wondered if they too were crying at night.

"You are not alone," I wanted to tell them
in the dream.

We ask for sanctuary