It started with a scent, a touch, from him,
Something once loved, now causes fear deep within.
The wrong joke, look or word said,
Would cause him to see red.
Screaming, shouting, pushing, shoving,
Abusive words and bloodied fists replaced all the loving.
Caressing fingers, now clench a throat fighting for air,
Blood running into eyes, blurring the horrified stare.
As the world grows dark and consciousness fades,
Suddenly, I snap back and hopelessness cascades.
Crushing the terrified soul of the beaten one,
That this nightmare is not quite done.
Broken, bloodied, bruised, and battered,
A soul that feels lost, alone, and shattered.
Then one day a voice screams from within,
You've survived this far! NOW, get away from him!
Taking a chance, darting out the door,
Running for a life so he can't hurt it anymore.
Never again will I let a man think he can beat me into submission,
I've learned I matter, TO ME, and no one can take that, not even him.
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Author:
Marzipan (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 22nd, 2023 01:51
- Comment from author about the poem: This is very personal to me. I was in an abusive relationship when I was 18, but I survived and became stronger, never letting it happen again. I am now in a happy and healthy relationship with my husband and my 7 yr old son. Both of which, I am forever grateful for.
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Comments2
Though it is a short piece of poem, yet , has successfully mirrored a vived experience. maybe your poem was just a fictional image , but it remains a true daily reality for many lovers .. (I hope I understood what you had meant in your poem and my conclusions are correct. )
I wish it was fictional.
You learnt from your experience, learnt to make better initial choices - Good for you.
Thank you
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