Mindfool

The line drawn in the sand, invisible yet absolute, 
The boundary of self, the sovereign territory of skin, 
A map only the resident truly knows. 
 
Then comes the shadow, the sudden, heavy bootfall, 
On sacred ground where permission should reside, 
Where the simple word, No, echoes unheard, unheeded. 
 
Autonomy, a quiet flame within the chest, 
The right to choose the next breath, the next step, 
Extinguished by a will imposing its own dark shape. 
 
Personhood, that delicate architecture of being, 
Built of memory and hope, of fragile, distinct dreams, 
Reduced in an instant to mere material. 
 
An object in the storm, something used, 
Not seen, not heard, not felt as human, 
But as a vessel for another's taking. 
 
The social contract tears, a ragged, shameful rip, 
The promise of safe passage through the crowded world, 
Broken by the one who understood the terms and chose to smash them. 
 
Integrity, the wholeness we carry from birth, 
The seamless connection between mind and body, 
Shatters like thin glass under sudden, shocking weight. 
 
Physical form, betrayed, a landscape violated, 
Where trust once bloomed, now only craters remain, 
Stains that refuse the cleansing rain of time. 
 
And deeper still, the invisible wounds bloom, 
The long, slow harvest of trauma sown that day, 
Emotional terrain shifting, unstable ground forever after. 
 
The echo of power, a crude, blunt force, 
Not passion, not connection, but control asserted, 
A chilling declaration that one soul owns another’s space. 
 
The self retreats, building walls of shivering doubt, 
Questioning the very air they dare to breathe, 
The sun feels different now, the shadows hold more threat. 
 
To be reduced, to be only the means, 
The forgotten dignity, the stolen voice silenced, 
A universe shrunk down to the moment of the breach. 
 
This is the theft beyond possession, beyond the tangible, 
The theft of inner sovereignty, the blueprint of the spirit 
Marked by an act that knows no pardon, no simple erasure. 
 
A profound violation, etched into the very fabric of what it means to trust, 
To walk in sunlight, unafraid of the approaching form, 
The right to simply be, violently withdrawn. 
 
The quiet strength required to simply rise again, 
To gather the scattered pieces of the once-whole self, 
And face a world forever altered by that shadow’s crossing.

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