I thought...

a poem about domestic violence

 

 

 

 

I thought it didn’t hurt to love

 

The bruises on my ego far outweigh

 

The bruises on my heart

 

I thought you loved me

 

You told me time and time again

 

With each crashing blow

 

That tore against my skin

 

What used to be the sweet sound

 

Of love in my heart has turned into

 

A bitter taste of sorrow, for tomorrow

 

That forever cascades down my

 

Ever-growing need of desire for

 

Comfort like soft blankets covering

 

My ultra-thin skin.

 

Touch me as you will my love

 

The pain should fade fast

 

Leaving a relic of tortured past

 

Upon your bloody palm

 

You’re fingerprint on my soul

 

Is captured and replayed many times

 

In my mind of wonder

 

The epiphanies come clear to me

 

Of what I once was, back then

 

Far, far ago and what I must become.

 

Tiny tendrils of hate that permeate

 

My soul into the forgotten spaces

 

Only to return again and again and again.

 

Like the burn of the hot sun and the

 

Blistering cold of the winter

 

My heart is weathered in a way that

 

I can overcome.
I can overcome.
I can overcome.

 

 

A poem I wrote about Domestic Violence for a wonderful online group that has resources and cares about the abused...Angels that Care (www.angelsthatcare.org). April is Child Abuse awareness month......We can stay quiet, or we can make our voices heard. You choose. Thank you, Marcia, owner and webmistress of ATC for all you do and the selfless time you spend helping others. You are a true Hero to me.

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

A truly inspiring piece with exceptional
compassion for those who go unoticed
and unloved through adversity and hardship...

[Klyn]

Thank you for reading and your kind thoughts!!!! I'm glad you were able to grasp the meaning!

Thankfully,

Klyn :)

[Aimee Mahathy]

This is amazing!
I've never been the victim of domestic violence, but I've witnessed it and helped people through it.
I -have- been used though, multiple times. Straight out used. So I know the pain. So in love then realizing you're just an object that they can use and abuse. How do you recover from that? It's possible, just a long healing process.
Your poem though, it rings with such blunt force truth. It's like shooting a gun into the air and instead of hearing a shot, the world hears an echo of "That's not ok."
Wonderful job~

[Changed to a New Accoun..]

amazing job on this peice!!!!
i can relate....
and unfortunetely love hurts more than anyone thinks it does