This poem took a lot of courage to put down on paper. We all run across someone in our lives who in one way or another proves to be of poor moral fiber but some are the epitomy of "bad" and can often times lead us to dark places within ourselves or grant us a glimpse of evil. Hopefully, many readers will not relate to this story. I know some will which makes me very sad. So many women, unfortunately, face this type of and worse abuse on a regular basis. Shedding light on the psychological affect of physical abuse is hard to understand unless you have lived it. Thoughts and prayers to all of those victims out there who feel there is no hope. There is always light at the end of the tunnel when you find your own self worth and motivation. No one should live in fear.
Walking towards the edge of the clearing
Cannot see the laughter she is hearing
Beginning to run towards the melodious sounds
Heartbeat racing whilst her chest pounds
Almost there, running from a soul of blackness; dark
Her body numb, his blows leave plenty a mark
From the devil who's never bruised her "gorgeous face"
Beneath clothing skin purplish black, above her neck not a trace
He's running for the clearing too, pray he won't track her down
Maybe he'll be okay if she's no longer around
Trying to go faster, heading into the sun
She truly believed he could be the one
As the blows land, she closes her eyes
Heading towards the clearing and muffling her cries
Soon it will be over again, having exhausted himself
He'll toss her aside or place her gently back on the shelf
Once she can focus she will flee this room
If he awakens now, it will be her doom
Slowly she moves; the pain so intense
On her fragile body, his rage he vents
For in only two months 40 pounds slipped away
She endures this pain and degradation every day
His coercion her submission found in a powder line
If she is in the clouds, the pain does subside
She's found peace for now as blood flows down the drain
Images of happy laughing children float on her brain
As the children laugh, she starts to climb higher
Up towards the clouds, one step closer to release
Suddenly she's awakened from her daydreams
As again she's forced to her knees
The children now cry and she hears her own pleas
Auburn hair tangled and wet, body shivering and cold
Before his very eyes her beauty is growing old
Through the fog she sees the clearing there
Her mind is screaming "I can't let the children hear!"
He rips, he tears, he kicks and bites
She sprints for the clearing, she won't try to fight
Auburn locks flowing down her back like angry fire
Her soul now free, heart light and only one desire
When the devil leaves today, she may actually reach the light
Line after line, blurred reality in her mind
No conscious thought as she sips her wine
White powder on a mirror and wine in a glass
Wondering how long these lines and Merlot can last...
He brought pain and introduced her to powdered love divine
When he gets home her body will be cold. Today he'll finish the wine.
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