Picking up The Pieces

Still no signs at the end of the tunnel.
But the the pieces must be picked up.
Life must continue.

But How?

Well the place is clean and their is almost no evidence of what happened.
Only that feeling inside. You know you were violated.
Your mind tells you that someone out their somewhere is touching your things.

Your mind tells you that it could have gone quite differently.
They were inside. Only a few feet away from where i slept.

Anger rages to the surface. Are any of us really safe.
Am i as safe, even now, as i let myself believe.

How can one truly be safe?
Does imprisoning yourself behind steel bars make you safe.
Does heavy expenditures on the latest gadgets and gizmo's make you safe.

WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!

Peace be Still!